Andrew: Blog #1
My earliest memory was a very bad one. I had a purple huffy bicycle that I loved to ride. I was five. I rode my bike down the hill in my neighborhood. I went way too fast and ended up flipping over the front of my bike. My chin hit the pavement very hard and I immediately started crying. I ran up to my house to get my mom, leaving my bike at the bottom of the hill. I think my chin just fell off the rest of my face and was just hanging there below my face. I remember falling asleep in my mom's lap on the way to the hospital. I got seven stitches and I still see the scar on my chin every single day. What a bad memory from such an awesome bike.
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