When I was in first grade, I used to ride a bike with my friends. Suddenly the wheel of my Bicycle hit a rock. I went over the steering wheel and fell, hitting my chin. It didn’t really hurt. However, when I saw that I was bleeding, I started screaming. I wasn’t screaming in pain – I was scared.
When my parents came running to help, I had a real panic. I saw the fear on dad’s face as he ran toward me. Then we went to the hospital.
I’ll never forget this trip. I was sitting on my mom’s lap, and dad was driving. My mother comforted me as much as she could, but I couldn’t take them anymore. Continue reading