On Saturday, Bailey and I went with Mummy to the
American School. Daddy went there, too. He rode there on his motorbike.
First we bought coupons for the playing. Mummy went to a room to look at books while Daddy brought Bailey and I to look at the games there.

We decided to go rock climbing. It was quite scary but I managed to go at least halfway up the wall.

Once I was swinging on the rope that they attached me on because I fell off the wall. I almost kick somebody's head. He was a tall and strong helper who was there to catch the legs of swinging kids. Suddenly he looked up and the next thing I knew he was holding my leg. He pushed me back to the wall to continue climbing.
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