Bad experience. (Please correct my Speaking parts) I'm going to talk about my experience which was totally dreadful for me. When I was a high school student, I had to move to a small house with my

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Bad experience. (Please correct my Speaking parts) I'm going to talk about my experience which was totally dreadful for me. When I was a high school student, I had to move to a small house with my mom since my father's company went bankrupt. It was the first floor and there was a small factory in a semi-basement that my uncle was managing. I don't remember exactly what he worked at there, but it is clear that he was the one who turn into a vicious assaulter whenever he drinks. One day, around 1 am, he broke our the thick-glassed front door with his bare fists and came in without our permission. At that time, he was as strong as an ox, and drunk again, so he could smashed the door easily. My mom and I were too shocked and locked our bed room door quickly, and then called the police with a trembling voice. He tried to break our room swearing at my mother with unspeakable words. After the two policemen arrived, we were able to open the broken door and see that all over our home was covered with his blood. Even though he finally had to go to the police and be investigated until that morning, his bad behavior was repeated after drinking. That was my hardiest and most sad memory in my life.

Aug 23, 2014 4:59 AM

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Bad experience. (Please correct my Speaking parts)

I'm going to talk about my experience which was totally dreadful for me.

When I was a high school student, I had to move to a small house with my mom since after/because my father's company went bankrupt. It was on the first floor and there was a small factory in a semi-basement that my uncle was managing. I don't remember exactly what he worked at there, but it is clear that he was the one who turned into a vicious assaulter (it would be better to say who turned violent) whenever he drank drinks.

One day, around 1 am, he smashed broke our the thick-glassed front door with his bare fists and came in without our permission. At that time, he was as strong as an ox, and drunk again, so he could smashed the door easily. My mom and I were too shocked and locked our bedroom door quickly, and then she called the police with in a trembling voice. He tried to break into our room, swearing at my mother with unspeakable unrepeatable words.

After the two policemen arrived, we were able to open the broken door and see saw that his blood was all over our home was covered with his blood. Even still, though he finally had to go to the police station for questioning that morning. and be investigated until that morning, His bad behavior was repeated after he had been drinking. That was my hardiest and most saddest memory in of my life.