I would like to describe my story which happened when I was a little girl. I spent my childhood in quite village. In my house lived also my cousin John. We have known each other since childhood. John is very funny, kind and polite. John loved fishing. During holiday he woke up very early every day and went fishing by the river. Together with my sister we were waiting for him every day, because we really wanted to admire the fish he had caught. That day John got up as usual and went fishing by the bank of the nearest river. He didn't come back for a long time and we started being worried. He was fishing for a lot of hours and he had never done it for such a long time ever before. Finally, he came back and he was very terrified. It turned that he had found a drawn man in the river. He tried to help him and swam to rescue him. The man wasn't dead, he was very exhausted. The man was too weak to survive and he died soon after John had tried to rescue him. After this accident we all were frightened. Since that day John never went fishing to that place.
