When I was five years old, I have been to Tansania in Africa. It was the nicest holiday of my entire life. We spend the whole summer break there. We had a very nice hotel and the food was so delishious. My parents and me went to a safari, to a village were people made carvings, on a glass boat trip, to a crocodile farm, and many other exciting places. We spend a lot of time on the nice beach and the incredibel huge pool area. One day, my parents and me left the hotel to go for a walk. Then I saw a child who lost one arm. It was my age and sleeping under a newspaper. When we came closer, I recognized that this child was looking for leftovers in a trash can. This child had a fly in his eye and several wounds all over his body. At that point, I did not understand why this child was sleeping outdoors and looking for leftovers in a trash can. Why was not he with his parents in a nice hotel enjoying the nice foot and the huge pool area? When I was five years old, I did not really understand it but I knew that this was wrong. I was enjoying my life more than ever before and this child tried to survive on the street. I was looking at this child the whole time and child was looking at me, my nice clothe and the ice in my hand. When we passed this child he was reaching with his one arm to me. I did not have any money but I gave him my ice. When we left this child behind us, it was not the child that started crying, it was me. I was so sad than never again in my life.