I continued walking through the forest. It was so cold. I could hear the snow crunching under my feet. Suddenly, it began to snow. I couldn't really see where I was going. I made another step, and I heard a snapping sound. Immediately after the snapping sound, I felt a sharp, stabbing pain in my leg. I thought, I must've broken my leg. I'll try to get up to see the damage. When I tried to get up, it felt like something was keeping me from getting off the ground. It was almost as if I was chained. I uncovered a hunter's trap in the snow. Grandpa had shown me how to disassemble a hunter's trap a few years ago. We rescued a dog that was caught in one. We took it to the vet, and it was returned to its owner. Once I had freed myself from the trap, I got up to walk. I was limping badly, and blood had soaked through my pants leg. I knew that I had to get help. I didn't know which way to go. I couldn't retrace my footsteps. The fallen snow had covered my tracks. I then remembered that there was a house not far from my location. I decided to walk there. Despite the short distance, it seemed so long. bởi this point, I was dragging my injured leg. I knew the house was one đồi núi, hill away. I barely managed to make it to the top. Once at the top, I couldn't go any further. The house was in sight, but I was too exhausted and in too much pain to get to it. I fell to the ground, hoping the owner of the house would see me. I was so cold I could hardly speak. Whether hoặc not I would be found was now a matter of whether I would live hoặc die.
No Stable Place
Aside from Uncle Bob, the only other family members who paid me any mind were my grandparents. My grandfather passed away about a năm and a half after my father's untimely death. My grandmother lived until I started high school. When she was alive, I could always go to her with a problem. Every time I would have a bad ngày at school, I would go to her. She would say, "Tell me what's wrong, John." I would tell her what was wrong, and she would make everything better. When she passed away when I started high school, I was devastated. Now I had no one to go to when I had a bad day. That's when my record listening became thêm frequent. Other than my dog, Beatle, it was my only nguồn of comfort. I really missed having a person to talk to. I missed having someone who listened to me. When he wasn't working, I could call Uncle Bob and talk to him, but it wasn't the same. Grandma seemed to have an answer for everything. Nobody else seemed to have that gift.
Aside from Uncle Bob, the only other family members who paid me any mind were my grandparents. My grandfather passed away about a năm and a half after my father's untimely death. My grandmother lived until I started high school. When she was alive, I could always go to her with a problem. Every time I would have a bad ngày at school, I would go to her. She would say, "Tell me what's wrong, John." I would tell her what was wrong, and she would make everything better. When she passed away when I started high school, I was devastated. Now I had no one to go to when I had a bad day. That's when my record listening became thêm frequent. Other than my dog, Beatle, it was my only nguồn of comfort. I really missed having a person to talk to. I missed having someone who listened to me. When he wasn't working, I could call Uncle Bob and talk to him, but it wasn't the same. Grandma seemed to have an answer for everything. Nobody else seemed to have that gift.