My favorite childhood memories were spending time with my little sister. We laughed so much when we were doing chores. We created our language and when we were writing each other notes no one didn't understand them, except (the two of) us! Once, we were in trouble, not a good situation! We were playing paratroopers I got a parachute. The parachute wasn't real it was made from a plastic sheet. We were jumping off a pile of hay. I jumped down first and my sister second. I did it successfully but my sister did not. She fell and bumped her back and she breathed difficulty. I was scared but I thought that she's got to get better. I'll will always remember that day.