Personal Narrative: Riding Wear Bikes

Make sure the person following you knows where you are going! Or he might just hit you and hurt you. Riding dirt bikes and not knowing where to go can end in a terrible way. The Summer of 2010, me and my friend was riding our dirt bikes when something terrible happened. It was the Summer of 2010, almost to the start of pee wee football season. Me and Seth Atkins had been friends at this time for about two years. he was 12 and I was 10 at the time of the accident. We was out riding our dirt bikes, like any normal day, and then we decided to switch dirtbikes. That was a mistake that I will never do again. I took off before he was able to get up on mine, and there i went. Going full speed down the road. Seth did not know I was turning
left into my driveway, as he was riding full speed in an attempt to catch and pass me, I turned! Brakes locked down, tires sliding on the wet grass. He hit me! As the dirt bike I was riding fell to the ground, all I could feel was pain in my left ankle. As I ran into my house, blood was gushing onto my sock as water gushes out of a waterfall. My mom took a look at it and she knew immediately to get me to the hospital. When I got to the hospital they put me in this wheel chair, doctors said I needed to keep it elevated as much as possible. They gave me about six shots to num the pain, then came the stitches. That was the worst part of it all. They gave me ten stitches, and told me I couldn't play football for at least five weeks. I now have a huge scar to show from this. I learned from this to never do anything stupid on a dirt bike again, and to make sure that if I ever have anybody following me again that they know for sure where I'm planning on going.