My magical moment was in the second grade. It was recess when I was playing basketball and a boy from my class tackled me down to the pavement. I was physically and mentally hurt. I started to cry and then my brother saw me, he went over to the boy and asked him why he did that. Then my brother told him that he is my brother, but he didn’t care. He pushed my brother down. Both his friends and my friends came to our sides. Some told the teacher others tried to make what was hurting feel better. They asked me if I was ok and I thought; now I am.
Ben, 10, USA