It reminded me of that one horrifying night where I almost lost my life. It was dark outside. I was sitting on the railing of the open terrace of our house. Suddenly my mom screamed. The next few minutes were a total blur. My mom had dropped a matchstick and the curtains had caught fire. My mom escaped but I was still stuck on that dreadful terrace. The fire came closer as the wooden terrace caught fire. As the windchimes played their sweet music, I knew I had only one choice. I jumped off the terrace. I was rushed to the hospital with almost 7 broken bones and a huge cut on my head. I managed to recover but I am still haunted with that memory to this day. PLEASE MARK AS BRAINLIEST.