It was the 9th month of the year 2001; I was just a fun-loving kid who indulged in all the beauty and mysteries of the world. I am still exploring, not yet familiarized or seasoned with most of the wonders of this life. I had just won my class election and was due to be inducted in a week. Happiness was the only emotion I could express. Even though my teacher gave me a hard time, she was unable to influence the outcome. Little did I know that my extraordinary week was about to spiral into a tragedy so phenomenal that it would stay with me for the rest of my years. This event was so unexpected, so critical, so serious, so dangerous, so defined, so strategically placed that one would wonder if the great architect himself had sat down and drawn it out line by line. Say no to plagiarism. Get a tailor-made essay on “Why Violent Video Games Should Not Be Banned”? Get an original essayGrade 6 is an unforgettable time in my childhood, it has had both positive and negative impacts on my life. The electoral officer who was also my teacher was very far from being a friend of mine and this made me a little skeptical about my candidacy for 6th grade president. After doing some research on this position, I discovered that the President would be touring the island and holding meetings at some of the finest resorts Jamaica had to offer. So I decided to introduce myself. Winning this election was easy, you just had to get acquainted with the entire 6th grade population, about 200 kids. I played football, ran track and field and was friends with all the nerds and bullies, persuading them to vote for me would be child's play. Before the election I was early to class every morning, I was helpful to everyone and I was always willing to stay behind and help with extra lessons, I even swept the classroom several times . On the morning of September 15, the votes were counted and I was the winner. My teacher wasn't very happy because I saw the unpleasant look on his face. She scolded me and said "The general meeting will be in a week, you better be early", I smiled at her and replied "yes mum, I will of course". September 16 was my cousin's birthday, he was 4 years old. my youngest and his birthday are just seven days before mine, about a week apart. Those seven days were the worst days of my life. I thought, isn't seven supposed to be a lucky number? I wonder who came up with this idea. that evening my mother was sending him to the store to get some things to make him a cake, every other Sunday at that time of the day I was on the football field kicking a ball around with my friends older, but instead, this Sunday I went to the store with my cousin. It's strange, I never go anywhere with my cousin, not even on his birthday. On the way to the store, my cousin spotted an almond on the edge of a branch, it was as big as an apple and red like a new pencil fresh out of the box. The rule was that whoever spotted it owned it, even if you climbed the tree to get it, it still didn't belong to you. I decided to go get this beautiful and delicious fruit for my cousin, seeing that it was his birthday. I started planning my plan of action as to how I was going to obtain this fruit. I could have thrown rocks at him until he fell, but no, he was too beautiful to be bruised by the blunt force of a rock thrown at him. I started to.