I’ve had a lot of good and bad happen in my life. I come from a good family who cares about me and supports me in every turn; good, bad, happy, and sad. I had a good demonstration of that as a child living in California, where I lived until I was 26 years old.
I was eight years old and I always loved to ride my bike when it was nice outside. Whether it was being with my friends or just enjoying the air, that’s what I loved to do. The odd part about my bike was that one of the pedals were broken but that never stopped me. I don’t know what happen but one day stands out more than any time of being a kid and riding my bike. I somehow lost control and smacked into a car mirror. When I fell, I had dragged my face across the pavement at least five feet according to my neighbor who saw the whole thing. The pain was indescribable and as it turned out, I had pebbles and small rocks embedded in my skin and my one whole side of my face was one big bloody mess to put it very mildly. My neighbor had then picked me up and ran me to my family’s home to show them what had happened. My stepmom fainted from the sight of my face being gashed up and bleeding not to mention my dad was crying and freaking out. It looked pretty ugly for me being eight with my face being extremely scraped up and battered. Like any family who was scared and panicked about their child’s safety, they rushed me to the hospital to see if I was injured more than just my face. Turns out I was ok but I would have a huge scab with the potential of some permanent scarring from the pebbles and rocks that were in my skin. Some Neosporin and bandages to avoid infection was the result of my fall.
Time goes by and I heal up. With the risk of infection gone and wounds healed, I realized that I didn’t have any scarring at all much to everyone’s surprise, even my own. Even after that incident and a few more scrapes and bumps, I still rode that bike until I outgrew it. I never really feared riding my...
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