Colima Andrea 554

 Past Continuous The day I broke my arm was a normal day, I was eight years old, my parents worked, my brother watched television and I played. While playing I climbed on a brick to reach a toy that was very high, but I slipped off the brick and fell onto my arm. I cried because my arm hurt a lot and my brother laughed at me, until my mother arrived and took me to the hospital.

 Future wiil. I will travel to many other countries when I grow up and will explore each of the continents with my friends. my friends and I will have a lot of fun and try many traditional dishes from each country. I will be a very successful person and I will rule the world sooner or later