Learn to be

I was born in a city called New York. When I was a few months old, me and my family took a plane to Rio de Janeiro. But the plane crashed and everyone died, except one. Me. Monkeys took me high up in the trees which became my new home. I learned to be an animal and communicate with them. When I turned 15 I started to walk my own ways, slept in trees and discovering the jungle.

Until one day a big thing with rolling things and a creature inside.  It came too close and I fell, my head started to bleed. The creature came close to me, I didn't see the face cause everything was dizzy. The creature started to scream something, but I didn't understand and everything became black.