Comp 1 Essay

Throughout my life I have endured numerous significant situations, however one certain situation that has stuck out to me the most is the time of my horrendous bicycling accident. I can remember it like it had just happened yesterday. It was a glowing summers evening whenever I had gone for a little bicycle ride with a couple of my friends. The first time I had ever learned how to ride a bike, I was just three years old. You could say I had a lot of experience knowing that I had been riding for about five years prior to the accident. However, I had thought all wrong about how well I could ride a bike. The reason being, on the summers evening on the ride with my friends I had been riding as fast as my legs could possibly pedal. Of a matter of fact, if I would have pedaled any faster I am sure my legs would have fallen of right then and there. As you may know bikes have a front and a rear brake on them. While going at a high rate of speed, if you were to press the front brake the bike would do a maneuver called an endo. An endo is where the bike goes forward onto the front tire and the back one is in the air. Performing this trick can be very tricky. I found this out the hard way. As I was going at an increasing amount of speed I had suddenly forgotten which brake was the front and which was the rear. When this happened I had no other thought than to start panicking. My mind had gone crazy with thoughts about what would happen if I engaged the wrong brake. I could flip over the handle bars, I could land on my face, or even worse, I could break something. These were the thoughts that were racing through my head as I started to panic. With not knowing which brake was the front or the rear, I had done what any normal human being would have done. I had closed my eyes and hoped for the best as I reached out for the brake on the left hand side of the handle bars. At the very moment that I tightened my grip on the brake, my mind had went blank. And then it happened. The