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Face Plant
October 29, 2009
I climbed on my bike...
wobbling like a wounded horse...
I just learned how to ride a bike but I felt like a pro.
My mom and her friend watched on edge as I picked up speed on the asphalt road...
faster
faster
faster
Then I put my feet down and the asphalt cut threw my soles like a hot knife threw butter.
I halted to a confident stop.
“You know you can use the breaks” they said.
“I can do whatever I want” I said
I ran like it was for my life.
Then I tripped...
Flying threw the air...
WHAM!
I think I will use the breaks know.
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