One time, when I was about 7, my sister and I were playing near a cactus garden. For some reason, we started to bicker over something insignificant, and she shoved me. I fell into the cacti garden and had so many splinters and needles all over my back and arms.
I began to cry, because it was pretty painful at first, but instead of helping me up, my sister just watched me. My dad came out wondering what was wrong, but when he saw me, he started laughing and called me a porcupine. After he was done laughing, he finally decided to help me out and take out all of the needles in my back and arms.
