a trip down the hill

On February 7, 2016
a story by [essence]

It was my 6th birthday. I was outside with my friends and family sitting on top of the hill. My dad came outside and said, “Please be careful kids.” I stared at him. “Don’t treat me like I’m a little kid—I’m 6 years old now.” He went back in the house, and I smiled at my best friend Jennifer. Jennifer looked at me and sighed. “You’re going to drive your bike down the hill, aren’t you, Essence?” I nodded and grabbed my bike.  “You know me too well, Jennifer.”

We stopped at the top of the hill, and I got on my bike. My brother Tyler and sister Tiffany were watching me from the bottom of the hill. I got on my bike and Jennifer sighed, “Don’t say we didn’t warn you.” My little brother Tyler yelled, “You can do it, daredevil!” Jennifer and I looked at each other and nodded. Jennifer pushed me, and I started down the hill. I started slow and got faster as I went down. As I reached the bottom, I tried to stop. Well, the bike stopped, but I went flying over the handlebars. I got up and had scratches all over me, with a broken arm and a cut going down my ankle.

 

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