OUCH! One minute I was riding my fourwheeler, and then the next minute I was staring death in the face. Maybe not death but my face was in the dirt. I fall down alot but I always get back up. I remember way back when I was riding a four wheeler with my friend Zach. We were coming out of the clay pits at wildwood and we were going up a small hill. He thought I was hanging on more than I was. He decided to pop a wheelie, I wasn’t hanging on and I ended up rolling off the back. He kept driving away and I had to stop him, he wondered how I got off so I told him and he just started laughing. The second time I had a four wheeler accident, I was riding in a field and I tried to do a donut. When I tried the back tire hit a small bump and sent me
