One of my memories is when we went to a park in England. I opened the park’s door and we went in. We walked to the playground. While my sister was playing I went into the woods with my dad. There was a small playground. After I played for a short time there we went to find the stream in the woods.
After a while we found the stream. I picked up a long stick and checked if it was safe to get in the stream. It was safe but when I got in I sank. My dad pulled me up. I had mud all around my trousers. From that day on I never went even close to the stream.