I remember once upon a time; when I was walking in the streets of Birmingham, I could smell the food being cooked in the nearby takeaway and could feel the air from the wind getting stronger by the minute. The sky was blue, and the sun was shining down below, and it was in a neighbourhood with wide roads and big houses. I continued to walk down this lane with a carefree attitude not worrying about anything in life.
However, suddenly I slammed head-first into a nearby lamppost because I wasn’t looking, and my feet skidded backwards, and I hit the floor hard on my bottom. This lamppost was a standard one; large and grey in colour and after impact, my bottom and my head started throbbing uncontrollably.
I noticed that everyone around me witnessed this situation – they stopped in their tracks and were pointing their fingers at me and laughing in unison. I didn’t know why they did this and what was going on, but they continued to do this for a while.
I was distraught. Not only was this the most embarrassing event of my life but others, strangers I didn’t know were there to witness it. I was so embarrassed that suddenly the floodgates opened, and I started crying and crying and everyone was laughing louder and louder. I put my hands around my ears to try to stop the painful noise and sounds.
So, I lay there in the dirt on the ground as people passed by me in a hurry, not caring about this one individual on the pavement. I was increasingly sceptical that anyone would help me as the seconds became minutes and the minutes became hours.
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