The story took place on my one-year birthday I was lying in my pram under the lean-to and had my after-dinner nap, just as I used to. My mother was occupied with preparations, because of the guests who would come to my birthday party. Sometimes she looked out of the window, to see if I was still sleeping.
Suddenly I woke up, and as usual I stood up in my pram, to see if someone would soon come and fetch me.I was wearing a strap which was fastened in the bottom of the pram, so when my mother came out and saw her dear child looking curiously at her, she knew that nothing could happen, and fetched her camera in order to take a photograph. After all, it was my birthday! The minute the camera clicked, the pram turned over, and I was turned upside down. But because of the strap I was still stuck to the pram. My mother turned pale. She knew that there was a concrete border under- neath my pram, and it looked as if I had fallen in such a way that my head had hit this border. While she was running towards me, she imagined the blood running, and maybe her little girl would only turn one year of age!
When she stood the pram upright she saw a girl who was a little bit surprised, but without saying a word, and just happy to be picked up. The hinges where the strap was fastened in the bottom of the pram was immediately moved further back, so that the story would never be repeated.

   Written by 
    Sidsel, Solbakkeskolen, Denmark

 Translated by Jette Grønbech  (Agnethe's grandma)