It seemed very different from summer because there was nothing but snow and ice. A boy suggested we go and play on the lake. It was exactly what I wanted to do. I thought playing on the ice was a really cool thing. Now, looking back, I was so naive at that time. I was excited and quickly ran along the lakeside. The lakefront is about 1.5 meters from the surface of the frozen lake. I didn't think how dangerous it was and just jumped out of the lake! Then I shouted to the other members: “Come down with me, it's fantastic!” I looked at them, but no one moved. Even the little guy who had suggested going down to the lake didn't move. He said he was afraid of heights and didn't want to jump off. I was thinking to myself "These guys really don't know how to play the game." I tried walking to the other side of the lake. At first I walked slowly, then I ran up and tried to slide on the ice. After a few seconds something bad happened. My feet suddenly broke the ice and I fell vertically into the lake! At that moment I felt as if I had fallen into an abyss and immediately very cold water flooded me. The icy water chilled me to the bone. I realized I had to land like