By the time I was only six, I was kind of naive and I did a lot of stupid things, without actually thinking.
I remember one time, while my mother was cooking, I jumped on the window, and went out to play with my friends, even tought she told me not to go.
After a while, my friends left, and I remained alone on the playing ground.. A group of older boys came to me and started to mock me. Then, one pushed me and I started to cry for help, but my mom heard me and come to my help.
As soon as she saw me, she banished the boys and helped me, but told me not to run anymore.