When I was about 6 in the heavy snow on the way home with Mum walking through London on the way home in the cold pitch black (in about December time) I challenged her to a little race because I was obvlivious to the danger of the snow. My mum and I raced and she fell to the floor in pain. I was so young, I didn't know what to do. she couldn't get up. Then 2 dodgy blokes come over to us and Mum is like "stay close to me". We thought it'd be them tryna mug us in the perfect opportunity but in the end they helped her up. I know that it isn't much but at that age it's horrible
