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Last summer, I did a good job of saving a child from drowning in a river section of the village. I still remember that the summer vacation was only a few days, I enrolled in Karate martial arts class of the district Sports Club. Three times a week, I ride my bike to practice early in the morning, then return home before noon. Karate is a very attractive martial art, especially for teenagers. Also because of the passion for practice, I don't mind the long distance and the hard sunlight.

One afternoon, I came to the top of the village when I saw some boys were crying: "Help! Someone drowned! ” Looking down at the river surface, I saw a baby bobbing up and down. Hurling off the roadside bike, I dived into the water and swam toward it. I had only one thought in my mind to save the baby.

Five strokes, ten strokes have not arrived. Ninh River flows through my village quite fast. The baby was swept near the middle of the stream. The situation is extremely dangerous, not fast enough. I took a deep breath and tried my best to swim. Thankfully, I have grasped the baby's hair. The boy in terror kept grabbing me. I struggled to bring the baby to the shore.

Exhausted, I lay down on the river bank breathing hard, limbs dismantled. At this time, the children also called the parents of the baby and some villagers out. An old man grabbed the boy's legs and turned upside down, spinning a few times. Older boy poured out so much water then gradually regained consciousness. The boy's mother hugged her sobbed. Suddenly my tears welled up with emotion. The boy's father lifted me up, crying and thanking me at the same time.

The crowd followed me home. Seeing a stir in the alley, my grandparents and parents ran out. Hearing everyone retell the beginning of the story, Dad squeezed me close to his heart and said: “Very good, very good son! I'm proud of you! ". The story of me saving Tung's life spread fast throughout the village. Then I became a "hero" of the children in the neighborhood. Sometimes I was taught some martial arts, they loved it, the more I considered me an "idol".

It became a beautiful memory in life, every time I remembered it, I was happy. And you almost drowned everyday, now in fifth grade. Naturally, he would like to make his cute "tail" "Nghia martial" - the name that the children loved giving him .