When I was about 7 or 8, the teacher took the whole class to the woods for a pick-nick, so I was very excited to be free, so me and my 2 best friends ran off from the group with a couple of sandwiches. Sadly, there was this kid Ben* who would always follow us like a puppy. I dont know why we decided to go up a very high hill, carrying all the sandwiches. While climbing I dropped my bottle of water that went down, so I told the Ben* to go get it and that's what he did. Suddenly he tripped and kept going down and crashed into a tree, and broke his nose, and he was bleeding. He still has scarrs all over his face. I feel so guilty about it... :-(
*Ben isnt his real name.