AI Art: Alright, but don’t stray too far. I'll be calling you for lunch in a few hours," came the response. With excited whoops, we sprinted towards the stream. There was a broad section where the water flowed smoothly and gently, perfect for swimming. While not particularly deep, reaching only up to my waist, on hot days like this, it offered a refreshing respite. After frolicking in the water for about an hour, I decided to ascend a nearby tree. A towering oak stood beside the stream, offering an expansive view in all directions. From its height, one could observe riders on the road long before they reached the church parking lot. The fields, with farmers toiling away, stretched out before me, and the winding path of the stream was visible for quite a distance. It was while gazing in this direction that I lost my footing and tumbled from the tree. Why did a familiar sight, the stream, cause my fall? Well, truth be told, it wasn’t the stream itself but rather what lay beyond the next bend. Two girls, one around my age of twelve and the other about the age of my brother Chad, who was ten, were swimming in their undergarments. Granted, their attire resembled baggy pants and a shirt, but for a boy who had only ever seen such garments hanging on the clothesline after wash day, it was a sight to behold. I was captivated; it was the most remarkable sight of my young life. Though I had never seen either girl before, I immediately felt drawn to the older one. She was the most beautiful girl I had ever seen, and at that age where girls start to capture boys’ interest. So what did I do? Did I introduce myself, or did I lose my nerve? No, I simply took a hasty shortcut from the top of the tree to the ground below. I awoke several hours later with my arm in a splint and my head wrapped in bandages. Judging by the fading light filtering through the window, sunset was imminent. Later, I learned that when I fell, my brother had hurried to fetch Father Riley, who then carried me back to the church. With no local doctor available and lacking means of transportation, he had tended to my injuries as best he could, setting my compound-fractured arm and spending the remainder of the day in prayer for my recovery.
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Alright, but don’t stray too far. I'll be calling you for lunch in a few hours," came the response. With excited whoops, we sprinted towards the stream. There was a broad section where the water flowed smoothly and gently, perfect for swimming. While not particularly deep, reaching only up to my waist, on hot days like this, it offered a refreshing respite. After frolicking in the water for about an hour, I decided to ascend a nearby tree. A towering oak stood beside the stream, offering an expansive view in all directions. From its height, one could observe riders on the road long before they reached the church parking lot. The fields, with farmers toiling away, stretched out before me, and the winding path of the stream was visible for quite a distance. It was while gazing in this direction that I lost my footing and tumbled from the tree. Why did a familiar sight, the stream, cause my fall? Well, truth be told, it wasn’t the stream itself but rather what lay beyond the next bend. Two girls, one around my age of twelve and the other about the age of my brother Chad, who was ten, were swimming in their undergarments. Granted, their attire resembled baggy pants and a shirt, but for a boy who had only ever seen such garments hanging on the clothesline after wash day, it was a sight to behold. I was captivated; it was the most remarkable sight of my young life. Though I had never seen either girl before, I immediately felt drawn to the older one. She was the most beautiful girl I had ever seen, and at that age where girls start to capture boys’ interest. So what did I do? Did I introduce myself, or did I lose my nerve? No, I simply took a hasty shortcut from the top of the tree to the ground below. I awoke several hours later with my arm in a splint and my head wrapped in bandages. Judging by the fading light filtering through the window, sunset was imminent. Later, I learned that when I fell, my brother had hurried to fetch Father Riley, who then carried me back to the church. With no local doctor available and lacking means of transportation, he had tended to my injuries as best he could, setting my compound-fractured arm and spending the remainder of the day in prayer for my recovery.
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