Spinning, spinning, spinning and spinning. As Nathan grabs the side of the spinning bowl, I stop to a great hault. “Hey, can you do this?” Nathan said as he jumped onto the bowl but this time he had his legs tucked in. “Okay, I’ll try.” I replied. I jumped in but Nathan seemed to be laughing. I ignored him, and I hopped in and spun. All was well until...
I flew out and grinded my face on the dry, flakey bark.
“OWWW!” I whined angrily all the way home. When I got home it turned out that Nathan got most of the blame because the same thing happened to him when he was little. So he should know better.
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