Personal Narrative: How I Run Over By A Bike
Have you ever wondered what it is like to be run over by a bike? Well know! It was around six years ago that I started racing BMX bikes with my Dad while my sister Cece watched us. It was at The in South Elgin sports complex. My father is an amazing racer and once had his name in a magazine along with others, for his phenomenal skill. My Dad marched into my room. “Buddy, wake up, it is time to get ready to race.” he stated. I responded with “Ok, Is that bacon?” I could smell the sizzling bacon on the stove. It smelled like paradise. I got straight out of bed, went to the bathroom and sprinted to the kitchen. We ate pancakes and bacon for breakfast. It was so delicious it made my mouth water. We loaded the bikes in the van and headed to The
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It seemed like it was a good day. They announced that my race and my dad’s race was starting soon. so we went to the starting corral. My sister was on the wood structure by the announcers and the finish line. My Dad’s race had just started and he was in first place the whole time. “Pete Kraemer in the front.” Soon, we lined up with our tires against the start gate. “Five, four, three, two, one, Go Go Go!” The announcer screeched. I pulled in front in the first two jumps… BAHM!!! I landed with my tire sideways and I flew off and got run over by bikes like I was part of the ramp. I felt something chalky in my mouth. a nasty taste shot through my mouth that I think was dirt. Soon after, their had been a throbbing pain in my side for days and it felt as if I was hit by a truck. “Are you ok,” I heard. Later, we drove home. I felt sour and like someone punched in the leg. “ Are you sure you are going to be ok?” Dad asked. Then, I responded with, “Yeah, but thank you for asking.” Soon after, Dad stated“That sure was a nasty fall.”
Later on, we arrived at our house. My dad told me to relax while he made tacos. Even though I was hurting, I could smell the taco meat frying on the pan and My mouth started to water. my lesson learned was Don't be full of yourself, therefore, “If it doesn't challenge you it won't change you” relates to my story . Since then I have tried to stay focused and continue
It seemed like it was a good day. They announced that my race and my dad’s race was starting soon. so we went to the starting corral. My sister was on the wood structure by the announcers and the finish line. My Dad’s race had just started and he was in first place the whole time. “Pete Kraemer in the front.” Soon, we lined up with our tires against the start gate. “Five, four, three, two, one, Go Go Go!” The announcer screeched. I pulled in front in the first two jumps… BAHM!!! I landed with my tire sideways and I flew off and got run over by bikes like I was part of the ramp. I felt something chalky in my mouth. a nasty taste shot through my mouth that I think was dirt. Soon after, their had been a throbbing pain in my side for days and it felt as if I was hit by a truck. “Are you ok,” I heard. Later, we drove home. I felt sour and like someone punched in the leg. “ Are you sure you are going to be ok?” Dad asked. Then, I responded with, “Yeah, but thank you for asking.” Soon after, Dad stated“That sure was a nasty fall.”
Later on, we arrived at our house. My dad told me to relax while he made tacos. Even though I was hurting, I could smell the taco meat frying on the pan and My mouth started to water. my lesson learned was Don't be full of yourself, therefore, “If it doesn't challenge you it won't change you” relates to my story . Since then I have tried to stay focused and continue