When I Fell Off My Bike
Boom bang crash! as I fell off my bike, and rolled down the hill. Each roll my arm stung more and more. I finally stopped. Wow, what happened? I felt like I just fell out of a airplane, . . . no worse!
I got up and started walking toward my house. I looked at my arm. It had rocks and dirt in it and blood was dripping out. My arm hurt bad. I saw my mom run over to me. She took my hand and brought me to the house, in the bathroom, where she got out rubbing alcohol, a needle to get the rocks out, and bandages. My mom got a piece of cotton and put alcohol on it. My cut stung so bad when she rubbed the alcohol on it, but not as bad as when she got the rocks out. It felt like a knife was stabbing my arm.
The next day, I looked at my side. It had a bruise the size of a cantaloupe.
A year later, I still have the scar from my crash on my bike. Every once in a while a rock comes up from my scar, and my mom has to get the needle and poke it out.
by Kayla
picture by Kayla