I can remember an incident that happened when I was six years old. Let’s just say that a six year old should never play ball in a pen full of grown bulls. I was staying with my grandparents for the summer in Mexico. My grandfather was going to feed the bulls and I followed him to “help”. He ended up doing all the work while I played in an abandoned corner of the bull pen with my shiny red ball.

As I took a glance around me, my ball bounced out of my hands and rolled under a big brown-colored thing. I ran after my red ball and crawled under it. I slipped and started to fall but reached up and grabbed a rope that kept me off the muddy ground. Next thing I knew I was on the floor with a really bad headache. Turns out that the big brown-colored thing was a bull and the rope I had grabbed was something that I shouldn’t have pulled.

-Bella Imperia