I'm still shaking. I was on my way to home from school by bike and I almost was arrived when a diasaster took place. I had all my work (paintings, sketches, like that)in a refuse bag. (pretty hard to cycle with, I can tell you) Near to my home is a narrow bridge. I cycled over it, and suddly fell. It still hurts, but that was not the worst part: my work was fallen into the water. I almost cursed, and started to cry. I thought all my work was gone and couldn't think clearly. My sister was with me and she ran home to get a long stick or something. It didn't work. The bag was too far, but, still floating. Then my fantastic, foverer loved by me brother put on his swimming pants and he saved my paintings. He swam in that cold water to help me. How weet of him. I'm so happy now! The biggest part is dry, because of the passe-partouts I made. Passe-partouts are remakeable.