The Road-Personal Narrative

One time, I was in great danger. It was last year, when I was 11 years old, at my grandma’s house. Also, it was during the summer time. It was only my grandma, my cousin, Tyler, and I. Her house was in a subdivision in Davison, Michigan. After we were there for about two hours, my cousin and I decided to go outside for a little bit. For a while we played football, but then we decided to go on a bike ride, because we felt really energetic. At first we just rode around the subdivision. But then, we went out on the road to go to the gas station to get some snacks. A lot of cars and trucks go on that road often, because it is one of the main roads.We had to go through that road to get to the gas station, because we were hungry. At the end of the main road, four different roads merged into an intersection. Before we went to the gas station, we just rode the bikes through other subdivisions and parking lots.
The main road had a lot of pot-holes and bumps on it. It also had no sidewalk, so we had to ride the bikes on the side of the road, without going to the middle of it. But we
still rode our bikes on it. Also, we still managed to get to the store just fine. When we got into it, I got Nacho Cheese Doritos and Tyler got a Coca Cola. Next, we went back outside. Then, we started riding our bikes back to our grandma’s house. We rode and rode, going into more parking lots and subdivisions. Then we were about 30 yards away from my grandma’s subdivision. I was riding my bike jauntily down the road. I knew that my cousin Tyler was behind me. I looked back to see exactly where he was and I heard him yell, “Watch out!” Since he said that, I felt worried. My initial thought was that I was going to get hit. After that, I looked in front of myself and there was a big white semi-truck with a guy driving it. I had to turn my bike as fast as as could before it hit me. Also, I noticed that I was almost in the middle of the road! After that, I ended up falling into the grass with my bike from turning so fast. I was hurt though, because before falling into the grass my knee slid against the pavement. I felt very shocked. The semi-truck was around four feet away from hitting me, which is really close. I was really scared.After I got back up and on my bike, we rode the bikes the rest of the way to our grandma’s house. When we got to my grandma’s I started thinking about the situation that happened, I was grateful that I didn’t get hit by the semi truck, and that I am still alive.
I also learned a life lesson to be responsible, and safe. Because I wasn't being either one of those, which got me in that situation. I also felt sort of ashamed of myself because I wasn’t paying attention to the road. We ended up telling my grandma about what happened. After all of that happening, my cousin Tyler and I just went on about the day and just played outside and hung out. It was a really long, and dangerous day, but it was also fun. It also kind of changed my perspective of things, because I remembered life isn’t forever, so I have to be more careful. Now, whenever I am riding a bike or just on a street, I am careful, and make sure that I am not in the middle of the road. That was a time when I was in great
danger.