Crazy Boy Adventure(1)--Trapped in the cave(The first book from a 7-years-old author)

As it is my first diary book, for those of you who do not know me, my name is Crazy. I am seven years old and study in a Primary School. Well, many people might know that I am not an ordinary boy who can sit quietly and obey adults without causing trouble. As a Crazy Boy, I am highly active. My favorite recreation is making potions, climbing, or collecting disgusting things.One day, I made a tree blood potion in a juice bottle trying to intrigue my friends who annoy me. Instead, Dad accidentally drunk it to quench his thirst as he just arrived home. As a result, Dad vomited all day long. I felt highly regretful to Dad and swore that I would not do so again. The most exciting thing was the wand that I made by myself with two particular twigs sticking together, painted with my potion. And this potion is very special too, with the ingredients I learned from a magic book. I took a week to collect enough solid tree blood in the secret base from my school. Gathering mealworm, spider, gnat, maggot, and other minibeasts had spent another week, then daisy roots and foliage were filled up in one more week. In the end, I need to shred roots into small pieces, slice caterpillars, stew them together, then painting and drying, totally took a month to complete my unique wand. I did hope it can bring some magic to show my friends. That would be the coolest thing ever.And then I had some other disgusting potion experiments in the garden, better not to mention it, in case you got to vomit.I also like to collect different shapes of rocks, twigs, or even insects as a pet? A few days ago, I even set up a weapon base in the garden waiting for the secrets boys meeting and involved in some smelly experiments like the mixture of the orange juice and worm eyebrows. I also collect nails, hairs, skin crumbles, ear and eye wax, nose blood, storing them in a box for a human DNA test. Are these very disgusting for you? Then better skip this paragraph.The most exciting part during coronavirus-19 is my big brother Liam returning to Sydney as the university closed. So now I get to play with him every day. He is a medical student who is a knowledgeable guy and is an immaculate son for Mum. He plays the violin, reads the most fantastic books, watches cheesy horror movies, gets a scholarship for his study, and Mum sets him as a model for me, which is really annoying as I am the craziest boy in the world, the complete opposite of my brother.But good thing, my brother never fights me because there's a big age gap. He is thirteen years older than me and very tall and handsome, unlike my Dad and Mum. When people asked me why I was tall, I would poke my head straight, raise my eyebrows, prance around, and say, it is definitely from my brother Liam. Whenever Mum leaves Liam and me alone with loads of homework, I can easily convince Liam to take me out to buy toys for me or play games on his computer. Well, so as I was saying, I got to play with Liam every day, mainly on the trampoline. We played Doodle Dunk, a game when someone taps someone else's head; he has to say, Doodle Dunk. You imagine that the person's head is the hoop, and you are trying to throw the ball in it. Liam made himself as tall as possible, so I could not reach him, but I distracted him by showing him a particular coin. As Liam stooped down to take a closer look, I quickly tap his head, so I win, win, win. Ha, is it a cool trick?When Liam got bored and pretended to sleep, but a dynamo boy like me would never run out of energy. I grabbed a bucket of tennis balls, pouring them all on Liam's head.'Ouch, No, stop!' with a sudden leap, Liam got his feet up and gasped, fully woken up. So he can play with me again...