The Way Things Work

September 23, 2008
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It was a blue
bird day, my
cousin Blake and I
decided to ride my
bike down a huge hill
with Blake
on my pegs, and me steering.


We hiked up the hill
and got on the bike
and started going,

We were flying!

At about the half
Way
Point,
Blake told me
to turn onto my street.

The turn was over
90 degrees,
and there was a house
on the


corner.

We started to turn,
and right when we started,
I knew . . .
we
weren’t
gonna
make
It

We flew into the house’s
driveway and
smashed
into the garage.

It did not feel good.

I had broken both
my front teeth.





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