Personal+Narritives

WIPE OUT

“Yeeeeeeaaaaahhhh”! I screamed as I went down South Arapahoe Way Littleton Colorado In the U.S. I went flying down the hill on my new Razor scooter. You kn.ow the one where you have to swing your legs back and forth. So I went past the first house gaining speed. Then went past the second house. My house was the fifth sso I started to stop at the third house. I started slowing down but for some strange reason it would not stop. I started cursing and started to say “I'm going to die” “I'm going to die” Then I yelled “I'M GOING TO DIE”. As I screamed I went flying down the hill past the fourth house then saw my house ahead. I was coming up to my house when it happened. I would of jumped off if I had the time, but I did not. So I was going and I sqeezed it with all my might and I went flying forward. Now think about that, a home plate slide on the black hard street. I exspirienced that It would hurt! Now that was like the day before Rylin and I came back from hockey and we smelled like bad breath. So while My dad and Rylins dad ordered pizza I got my scooter out and Rylin to watch thhis trick. So we walked up the hill and Rylin started following me down the hill as I went back and forth down the hill. While I was speeding down the hill with know helmet, I took to sharp of a turn and the wheels slipped out from under me and I went flying off. Now what was weird was that I scraped myself in the same places I did in the second fall. Now back to the flashback! So I started screaming and started to walk towards the grass saying “I'm all right” a million times in a small creaky voice. As Rylin stood there in shock watching me, Rylin snapped out of it and ran as fast as he could and told my dad. My dad rushed me inside. My dad washed me up and covered me with bandages. Then I went downstairs and started playing with Rylin. Know matter how much pain I felt I still had a good time with one of my best friends. Continuing back to the next day after I fell off I started screaming bloody murder on the ground. I had a blackout until Scott Sitter (Emily's dad) who lived up the street rushed me inside. This was after hockey so Kevin was still there talking to my mom. When he saw me he started chuckling as my mom was mad at me and putting bandages in me. Those two days I learned a valuable lesson:always, always, always trust your parents.