One day I was playing football with my father when he shooted the ball powerfully. Unfortunately, it hit me on my face. I began to cry while my nose was bleeding. Inmediately, we went to home and my mother, who was cooking at this moment, attended me and cured me.
From that day, as long as I went to the park with my father, I prefered to play to other games instead of playing football. I was afraid of the ball hit me again.
I think this memory has influenced in my life because, currently, I keep being an awful football player.