Mrs. Reinhard’s Biking Incident
I remember the day quite vividly. I had a friend over. She got hurt. I didn’t know what to do. It hurts to remember it. Here, let me start from the beginning. Back when I was a young girl, I loved riding my bike. It was my favorite thing to do outside. I would ride it down a hill by my house covered with flowers that had a beautiful scent. About four months before my biking incident, my bike split in half. My hands went one way, my feet went the other. I was devastated
My parents, as a surprise, bought me a fancy replacement bike with three speeds, nice handles with super comfortable grooves, and a little spot on the back that looked like a good spot to situate a friend. I mentioned this, and my parents both shouted no and proceeded to warn me never to put a friend on the back of that bike. I thought they were just being overcautious. I wish I had listened.
Four months later I had invited my friend Wendy over. I had …show more content…
It’ll be fine!” I replied
We started down the hill, and pretty soon we were traveling faster than I ever had before.
“Watch out!” Wendy cried as we shot downwards.
Next thing I knew, we were in a ditch, with the bike further down the hill. Oh my gosh I’m going to be in so much trouble. I hope Wendy is okay, I thought. I got up and checked myself for injuries. I had a couple skinned knees, and was okay.
“Wendy! Are you okay?” I yelled
“I’m hurt,” she whimpered back.
I worked my way toward her, and told her I was fine. She was limping, and had a gash above her eye, which had blood in it. She also had a pretty big bump on her head, and I later learned she had a concussion.
After all this, Wendy got homesick and we ended up taking her home. I will never forget that day. She never came back, because I was scared that she would hate me for what happened. I never even brought it up when I talked to her. My parents might as well of flogged me for all the trouble I got in. I just wish I had listened to my
I remember the day quite vividly. I had a friend over. She got hurt. I didn’t know what to do. It hurts to remember it. Here, let me start from the beginning. Back when I was a young girl, I loved riding my bike. It was my favorite thing to do outside. I would ride it down a hill by my house covered with flowers that had a beautiful scent. About four months before my biking incident, my bike split in half. My hands went one way, my feet went the other. I was devastated
My parents, as a surprise, bought me a fancy replacement bike with three speeds, nice handles with super comfortable grooves, and a little spot on the back that looked like a good spot to situate a friend. I mentioned this, and my parents both shouted no and proceeded to warn me never to put a friend on the back of that bike. I thought they were just being overcautious. I wish I had listened.
Four months later I had invited my friend Wendy over. I had …show more content…
It’ll be fine!” I replied
We started down the hill, and pretty soon we were traveling faster than I ever had before.
“Watch out!” Wendy cried as we shot downwards.
Next thing I knew, we were in a ditch, with the bike further down the hill. Oh my gosh I’m going to be in so much trouble. I hope Wendy is okay, I thought. I got up and checked myself for injuries. I had a couple skinned knees, and was okay.
“Wendy! Are you okay?” I yelled
“I’m hurt,” she whimpered back.
I worked my way toward her, and told her I was fine. She was limping, and had a gash above her eye, which had blood in it. She also had a pretty big bump on her head, and I later learned she had a concussion.
After all this, Wendy got homesick and we ended up taking her home. I will never forget that day. She never came back, because I was scared that she would hate me for what happened. I never even brought it up when I talked to her. My parents might as well of flogged me for all the trouble I got in. I just wish I had listened to my