My road isn't busy at all, so when I got to the end of the driveway I would turn around in the road. The road was rocky and wet. It was like trying to climb Mt. Everest on bike. I slipped and scrapped up my knee, well that is all I thought I did. I walked inside and right passed my dad because I thought he would yell at me.
Once I washed the blood off my knee there was an inch deep gap of where meat had been ripped out. The hole was full of gravel. It hurt more to look at it than when it happened. It was as if someone tried to amputate my leg.
It took about a month for it to clear up. After