My Second Fall

Hey. Remember me? The girl who fell of her bike and ripped off most of her knee? Yeah. That’s me. And guess what? That’s right. I fell again. At least it wasn’t as bad as last time. Listen closely, ’cause I am only going to say this once.

I was out biking (duh!) with my mom and sister. My mom was finally letting me go off on my own, so I set off.

It took quite a few minutes, but I finally got there. My destination was a hill going upwards this time. To make things worse, when I got closer, I saw that there were sprinklers up ahead. Bummer!

Usually, when I come across sprinklers, I walk my bike around them. I guess I was a little over confident, because I suddenly wanted to change that fact.

I slid of the sidewalk and passed the sprinklers, realizing my mistake a second to late. The pathway to get on the sidewalk was probably an inch to high. Kaboom! It happened.

My mom and sister were not really far behind. They were there the second I hit the ground.

As they helped me up, I pulled up my pant leg. It was definitely not as bad as last time. A little bit of my skin was peeling, and it burned a bit, but I was able to ride home, stopping to rub my leg every 2 minutes.

Hey! Mistakes happen.