It all started in seventh grade. I had just finished after school choir practice and was riding my bike home when, as I was crossing the street a car came around the bend really fast and didn’t look around and it hit me and ran over my legs. I was so scared at first I thought they were broken because I could not feel them. The lady who had hit me called the ambulance and my parents, and then I was taken to the hospital. While at the hospital I had to get x-rays done to make sure that my legs were not broken, which they weren't. The doctor was saying how I was lucky that they were only scratched and bruised. I know that it was a miracle that saved me from getting too hurt.
I was afraid to ride my bike for a while because
I was afraid to ride my bike for a while because