I live in Sai Wan Ho with my wife and daughter in a tall building. I have lived there for ten years. Now, there are many high-rise buildings full of apartments where people live or work. But there was none of these things existed in the old days. We used to live in low-rise buildings or wooden houses.
I have many wonderful memories with my friends and my three brothers. We used to play together at every weekends but sometimes fun turns into danger. My most unforgettable experience happened when we were playing together.
I remembered that when I was fifteen, I played with my friends and one of my brothers near a quarry. There were no electronic or computer games at that time. We used to fly kites or ride bicycles at weekends. On that day, since it was sunny, we chose to ride mountain bikes.
At first, we rode on a hill happily. But when we were riding down a slope, something terrible happened. My brake broke down and my bike went faster and faster. Bang! I hit a wall and broke my left hand.
My friends were worried about me. Since there were neither public telephones or hospitals nearby, we went back home. My mother were furious about my injury. She was very disappointed with us. She punished us and I could not ride my bike in the whole summer holiday because I was injured. I could only stay in my bed and do my holiday homework.
I regreted about my choice on that day. Getting hurt was always my most horrible and painful experience in my entire life. I also learnt that I should follow safety rules at any time, especially when we are doing sports or other dangerous activities.
Life in old Hong Kong was simple but enjoyable, even though sometimes we may get into trouble. When my daughter asks me to tell stories about the past, I always tell her this unforgettable experience. I will never forget it.
Note: This autobiography was written about this writer's dad instead of the writer.
Very creative!
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