In our country, in Romania, we like celebrating Christmas, by killing a pig. One time, I was about 5 years old, i decided that i wanted to kill the pig this year. My parents gave me the knife, a butcher's knife, and my granparents held the pig. I got so afraid and sorry for trying to kill this innocent animal, that i started crying. My dad saw me, took the knife out of my hand,and killed the pig in no time. Although many years have passed, i still can remember how sorry and nostalgic i felt, and still feel about that poor little pig
