Bad Memory

My name’s Josh. Yesterday I found out something terrible. My cousins and I built a small cottage in the forest when I was 12 years old. Now, the cottage is gone. I think a big flood destroyed it because the cottage was near the river. 

 

Every year, in spring and summer, we went there to play and enjoy our days. We used to clean the cottage and put our fishing rods there. Then, after playing, we used to go fishing in the afternoon. 

 

One day, we lost one of my cousins, Shelly, in the forest. We looked for her, but when we found her, her leg was broken. In hospital, they cut her leg, and we never went back to our cottage after that. I used to go and check it out every year and remember all those good memories. I was so sad to see that it was gone. 

 

But good news is always welcome. This morning, I found out Shelly is getting married. I’m sure she’ll get sad if I tell her about the cottage, so I’ll keep it a secret for now.