My uncle
from León, Guanajuato came here to visit his mother. One day he wanted to go to
the Muerto’s Hill because he like to walk and the hiking so he invited to my
father, my brother and me but only my father and me accepted that invitation. I
didn’t know in that moment but later I felt that something bad is going to
happen but I didn’t take care of that.
We arrived
in the morning with my uncle, some of my cousins, my father and me; and we saw
that there was mud everywhere and as I can saw, there was a possibility to have
an accident. After that we decided to arrive to our destiny: The top of the
hill.
At the top,
most of us were exhausted but I not much, so we decided to rest for a while and
drink some water. Later, as very religious family and because I’m very Christian,
we prayed for a while and after that, we wanted to go.
When the
other were getting down, I stayed a little bit more to see through the hill but
there was mud everywhere and wet so I slipped and fell down the hill and I
started to rode. Fortunately, I only broke some bones and had some contusions but
I almost die.
When my
family took me to the hospital, I was with bandages and also I had some operations
, and after one month I fell as a new person and fully energy again.
