MY OWN HISTORIES

I want to tell my own histories:
When i was 5 years, my brother and i were playing when he pushed me down the stairs. And i brokemy head, my mother didn´t see that i was on the floor bleeding so as my brother was crying my mom went out and saw me. Then my mother call a friend and they took me to the hospital.
An other:
When i was in 5th grade i was playing whit my friends in the school building when someone deal a soccer ball down. Then when a guy went to sought the ball he asked and i said that my friend bowled it. And she said me that i couldn´t talked more whit she and the others friends. They lasted in this way for a week. they talked me only because i gave she a letter where i said she that forgave me.