Fall, 1999
Dear Mrs. Huffman,
My name is A.J. Two years ago I wrecked on my friend's bike. I was going down Dead Mans Hill. I hit a dirt clod on the hill. The bike started to wobble and I fell.
I flew off my friend's bike. I had a bloody face, arms and elbows. I had dirt in my eyes and mouth.
I had pictures the next day. I still have the picture at my house. I look bad in that picture.
Sincerely,
A.J.
