My dad had took me around to take pictures of Architecture, for my photography class. We had came across these cool bridges that were still under construction. They were across the street where we were. My dad said we can run across the street. We looked both ways before crossing. Then, when I got to the other side, WAM!!!! Here I am, diving into the ground that was filled with rocks and dirt, sand, hard stuff. I tripped really bad, I'm not sure how I did. It happen so fast. Even worst, I had dropped my good condition 1980 Olympus camera really hard. Man! I was completely on the ground when my dad had came to my side to left me up. I did not cry, though, I was in pain. I had hit my knees and both my hands, scraping skin, blood. Right now, I can't really move one of my wrists. Funny side of this, It felt like the whole world some me fall. It was out in the open. I did laugh later. My dad was laughing hard too. I'm okay. I hope my camera is too.