When I was 10 the July afternoon, I went with my sister on the raspberries. Raspberry bushes grow near the house, so there was nothing to be afraid.
We were busy gathering the fruit, wchodziłyśmy deeper into the thicket. Suddenly something mysterious rustled, as if someone had broken tree branches. The scared, kindap incomplete baskets of raspberries and started to run towards the path. Nettle conceived by our clothes.
I still do not know what we so frightened.
Animal? Man? But for me it was the worst and yet most terrible day in your life.
niewiem jak jest "poszłysmy" wiec nienapisalem, ale mam nadzieje, ze pomoglem ;D