When I was nine years old, I almost died on a cliff, but I didn't feel anything at that time, so I never told my mother and father.

That year, when I was in the third grade, during a spring outing organized by the school, we in the senior grades climbed to the back of the school under the guidance of our teachers

"Big Mountain" Army Mountain. Although it is said that we have climbed to the top of the mountain, there are only a few strokes of the feeling of being at the top, but it is more than enough for us at that time!

In the process of climbing the mountain, we talked to the little sheep halfway up the mountain, played hide and seek with the small insects in the bushes, competed with the stones under our feet, and told jokes with our little friends holding hands...... The moment I reached the top of the mountain, I flew forward with an arrow, and there was no gravel, no thorny branches, no stinking sheep droppings.

What we saw was the green meadow, the clear stream, the beautiful flowers, and we chased on the meadow, flew kites, lunched, played games, and trick-or-treated.

It's just that my misfortune also followed. I was a fool, I was stunned for a long time to know why my left eye and between my eyebrows hurt so much, it turned out that when I was running happily, I was scratched by the transparent kite string, so painful, and so inexplicable!

But I didn't even care, I was still playing hard! However, a mischievous wind blew and took so-and-so's sun umbrella away, and the umbrella fell down the mountain with the wind, and the wind speed was very slow, as if it was deliberate, so we could see that the umbrella was slowly falling, and almost everyone came around, including me.

It's just that my shoes and grass are bullying me, as if I was wearing skates, really straight forward, seeing that one of my feet is already hanging in the air, saying that it is too late, then quickly, my good friend is quick to pull me.

I almost fell with the umbrella, but I'd definitely be faster than it!

This scene was a secret between me and my good friend, and the secret was not brought up after that. I really don't know why I was not scared at all, I almost died, but I smiled happily as always, you call me stupid or stupid.

I'd like to be a fool! As I grew up, I knew more and more, thought more and more, and feared more people and things.

I feel that my guts have been confiscated little by little by the old man of time! Before something has started, we are worried and afraid, will it fail, and what is the probability of success?

I used to be happy about everything, but now I can't! Do everything with eyes on you and wait for your results, is it success or failure?

But I don't want that! Don't want to be scared in advance, don't be afraid, scared, worried, not confident or anything, you all get out!

You're not welcome here! Fail, do it again, fail again, come again, all I have is to fight.

I want to be a fool who doesn't know what to be afraid of!