Ok, So Before I lived in the USA I went to a school that was pretty interesting. it was kindergarten-only (The school system was diferent, so Kindergarten was basically all of elemeantry, Elemeantry is Middle and there is a high school) and at that school we had a kiddy gym
I used to love the kiddy gym. My favorite part was probably the slides, but one time I was taking up the slides and they kicked me out of the slides for the rest of the school year.
It was father's day, and because we had school until late-june back then, we got to see our dads. My dad came, and we were supposed to do a parkour, which included a rock-climbing wall
the rock-climbing wall as basically a world map drawn on a wall with rocks, so i had to do it.
I was really scared, and so i was getting grabbed by my teachers. He told me to atleast reach China, but I reacked Russia
and then I fell and scraped my knee
I don't know why, but for some reason I stopped getting graphic injuires once I got to America. I used to get so many graphic injuries back in Venezuela.
Like how this girl pushed me off the swings while I was feeding the class pet
