When I was 9 years old I went to Samoa on Christmas. When the huge plane landed, we caught a taxi van and we went to my Grandpa’s village, Samatau. Next morning me and my cousins went to the beach and went for a swim. In Samoa, the beaches have very big rocks. I went up a rock then fell and banged my head on a rock. I wasn’t crying but I was it was very painful. I tried climbing it again then fell and broke my slammed my knee on the rock. My cousins took me back to Samatau.
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