My arm has failed me. When I was 9 I lived in Spanaway Washington in a small neighborhood. Most days after school I would ride my bike with my brothers around the neighborhood. My bike was fast and fun to ride it would get me around quickly and mostly safe. One day I was riding around and there are two big hills to ride on one connects to the other part of the neighborhood and the other was the exit. I went on the one that lead to the other street because the exit was very steep and busy. So when I went down the hill I hit a rock and flew off my bike. Next thing I know my arm is leaving blood everywhere. It is in a lot of pain. So my mom come over helps me inside and puts a huge band-aid on my arm. After that and even after my
