I remember a time in my life in which I loved to do dangerous stuff, I still do but here's the problem, people call me crazy for doing them, but to me, it's a adventure full of thrill and excitement. Anyway, here's one of my "dangerous" stunts which turned out to be actually not that bad. It was a nice Saturday, me and my friend went outside to play a little football, after a few hours, he left, so I decided to ride my bike. I got my bike, it was cool, it had a nice flame design on it and I found it very comfortable. As soon as I got my bike out, I went uphill, as soon as I reached the top (I figure you know now what hill happen) I started getting on the bike and focusing on the rode. Then, as a jolt, I launced myself downhill, with speeds of up to 20 mph.
Now you must know, this was a regular thing for me and I found it quite exhilarating, but there was one thing I didn't think about, a rock. Now, as soon as I felt myself going at least 15 mpr, I felt a bump, that set me off course and I felt myself take deep breaths wile griping the bike hitting the brakes, but the brakes weren't working. I looked up and saw the sidewalk, I was about to have a head-on collision with it. I closed my eyes but something was forcing them open, in a heart beat, I hit the sidewalk. For one little part of a second, I thought I was going to be safe, but that all changed when I felt myself getting a minimum of 5 feet of air. Then, for some reason I looked up and I saw a tree, I was heading straight for it. I hit it landing on the ground with a deep gash and a couple of bruises. I saw my friends come and they helped me home.
After a while in the doctors, he told me to rest and never try that again, and I learned that I might be crazy after all and I shouldn't be doing stuff like that. After a few days of recovery, I did it again anyways and this time, I didn't crash.
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