The Pink Bike Accident
I remember a long time ago, when I
was around six or seven years old, I was riding my bike around the house, like
I did practically every single day. I don’t know what kind of fun I got out of
riding a bike; maybe I felt like I was driving a car or something or maybe, I’d
pretend to go on wild adventures. It was cool as a kid though. I had a small,
pink bicycle and I loved the color pink at that time; Now, I hate the color
pink…I despise it. J
Now for some strange odd reason, I wanted to ride my little,
pink bike down the hill in the backyard of my house. I think I wanted to do
that, because two of my older brothers did it all the time. I wanted to be a
bit courageous, but I would soon find out that being courageous, going down a
steep hill, would be a complete mistake; one that would be memorable for years
to come.
I stood at
the edge of the hill with my bike and I thought about what I was going to do
before I did it; that’s something that I never stopped doing, even until this
day. Anyway, I finally decided to make up my mind and I pushed myself down the
hill and started peddling. Before I knew it, I was moving too fast. It felt
like I was going 70 mph. down the hill!
Now, I was told how to brake when I
wanted to stop my bicycle, but as I was going down this steep hill, I couldn’t
stop my bike. I was rolling mad[1]
fast and before I knew it, Boom![2]
I ran smack dab into the shed at the bottom of the hill. The next thing I
remember seeing was stars swirling around my head, like the ones in cartoons
when the characters are, knocked out cold[3].
When the stars were gone, then came the tears and the excruciating pain. I
walked back up the hill, with tears flowing from my eyes like Niagara Falls and
my grandmother hugged me until all the pain and tears stopped. And she said,
“I’ll take the pain for you.”
I indeed
remember that day and I don’t think I’ll ever forget it. I learned my lesson
and I never went rolling down that hill, with that little, pink bicycle again.
Running into the shed, was both the funniest and the worst thing that has
happened to me as a child. I think I was pretty lucky and indeed blessed.
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