I can still remember how it happened:

“I slipped and was hanging on a tree.

At first I thought I was ok, but I realized that the longer I hung on the tree the painful my arm got.

I could have shouted for help, but I choose to silently endure alone.

I tried pulling myself up but it was too late. It was too painful.

I fell.”

I forgot how hurting the ground felt, but what I remember is the freedom from pain and the feeling of falling.

I should have learned my lesson then, but here I am

again…

hanging…