This is a story about my childhood. I was living in Ethiopia. My friends and I were eleven years old.
One afternoon, it was very hot. We were happy because it was Friday. We didn't have school the next day.
We went far away from our street to play. We went to play skipping rope near the mountain.
Our parents had told us never to go to the mountain.
Suddenly, Mona started to jump up and down on some rocks. She was yelling.
We thought she was happy. But she was screaming because a snake bit her!
A man was nearby. We told him about the snake.
He asked, "When did the snake bite her?" We said, "Just now."
The man helped Mona. Then he asked, "Where are her parents?"
One of my friends said, "She lives way down there."
The man carried Mona home. Our parents were not happy with us!
Art and story by Ayida Mussa, Calgary