When I was a little kid, I got a new
bike. Well it wasn’t new since it was from the swap meet but it was new to me
and I felt like the happiest kid alive when I got the new bike. The bike was
dark blue and had rusty parts. But I didn’t care. It was the same after noon my
parents bought me my bike when the accident happened. I was riding my bike like
a normal kid would do when they got a bike. It was a great experience as I was
only 7 years old. I could feel the wind hit my face and it felt great. Until I
encountered a push pin standing straight up as if someone had placed it there.
I thought to myself “I should probably
pick this up before a car pops their tire” (I was 7 I didn’t realize that that
was impossible for a push pin that size).
I did a full on U turn to pick up the
pin because I was worried about what would if I didn’t pick it up and something
happened knowing that I could of prevented it from happening. So me being a
good person that I am I picked up the push pick, not knowing that would happen
would be a great mistake. I did a full on U turn to pick up the push pin and I
put my left foot down to scrap the ground to gain more balance but I was going
too fast and instead of a U turn I did a circle and lost control of the bike
and fell into a ditch about 3 ft deep. Luckily the ditch didn’t have water. My
dad was outside with me keeping an eye on me but he was talking to his friend
outside at the moment I fell and came up to me as soon as I started to cry. My
dad came up to me and picked me up as I was tangled with the handle bars and
the frame of the bike. I could taste the dirt in my mouth as dirt had entered
my mouth as my face was against the ground. My dad helped me up and walked me
to my mom as I wiped the tears and dirt off my face. Moms usually know what to
do in a time like that. My mom put alcohol on my cuts to prevent them from
getting infected and then put band aids on me. I felt better knowing my mom
would cure me. I learned from that experience that you can’t prevent everything
from happening.
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