My First Fall

I love biking.  Sometimes, not so much.  I do not like biking when you fall of your bike and scrape almost all of your knee of.  That is exactly what happened to me.  I was riding my bike with my aunt around the neighborhood.  Then I noticed a hill up ahead.  I started to walk my bike up until I reached the top.  

“Come on!”My aunt called.  She was at the bottom, waiting for me.

“I’m coming!”I replied as I got on my bike.  I was grinning so hard, my cheeks hurt.  No way I was going to miss a ride downhill.  I shot down the hill, my hair flying behind me. 

 Suddenly, there was a lampost on my right.  I steered to the left, but there was a mailbox there too.  I steered to the right, a little bit to much.  I fell down on someone’s driveway.  There was a searing pain in my right knee.  My aunt rushed over to help me.  

“Oh gosh!” I followed my aunts gaze.  My pant was torn apart, and my knee was injured badly.  I gasped.  I tried to stand up, but realized that I shouldn’t have done that.  My aunt helped me up.

“Here,”She said.  “Put your weight on me.” I limped back home.  

Your probably thinking about what will happen next.  Well, it healed by itself, and know here I am, as healthy as a horse.  I go biking almost everyday.  Like I said, it’s fun.