Чтобы не быть голословной, публикую свою историю, которая, кстати, произошла на самом деле. Ах, трагический момент тогда был для меня... Но. Обо всем по порядку. Заодно попрактикуюсь в наборе англ. текста.
"Winter Adventure"When I was younger, I used to lose my way in a forest. It was frosty winter day. The sun was shining and the wind was blowing. I was skiing in the forest. Mum and my Uncle went in front of me.
While I was looking on the bullfinches, Mum and Uncle suddenly disappeared. I was scared very much. I looked around but I didn't see anyone. There were no people, no cars, no traces, no noise. I listened for but the frost kept silence. And I stayed along among the snowdrifts and bare trees. I really didn't know what do to. But then I couldn't stay and do nothing. So I said to myself "I advice you to stop crying" and decided to go somewhere.
Fortunately I saw my Mum among the trees and screamed "Look at me! I'm here!". She was very happy to found me. I never go skiing since I get lost.
The EndВот такая незатейливая история. Конечно, автор не предентдует на оригинальность изложения и на художественность повествования. Впрочем, как и всегда. повторяю, радует лишь то, что начали пробиваться маааленькие росточки.