This happened when I was just a 5-year old kid. I was very excited for it's my first time to go with my grandparents to their property up in the mountain. We had a carabao and a cart to ride. The cart is just a foot high from the ground and I sat on the back part of it. On the way down the hill from my grandparents's house there's this pothole that made the cart bump and so as I. I just bumped out of the cart. My cousin who's with us just laughed at me, my grandpa who's riding the carabao didn't noticed what happened. I had to stood up and ran after them, I was able to catch up but then, another pothole gave us a bump, I fell halfway and it's worse. My shirt got hooked on the metal rod attached at the corner of the cart, my lower body's still on the cart while my upper body's hanging and my head's grinding with the ground. That's when my cousin called my grandpa's attention for him to stop. I really thought the universe is trying to stop me.