Gamble_Blog#6

This is a scar from a long time ago. My mom and I were riding our bikes when I was 10 years old and I started going too fast down a hill. I hit the curb of a sidewalk causing my bike to immediately stop but for my body to keep going. I flew over the handlebars and landed on the cement and scraped my knee really badly and my hand was completely cut open. I went to the doctors and got stitches and now it is all heeled. But there is still a scar left to mark that memory.