Bike Ride Memoir

My crash.

Burn. My arms, legs, quads and hands are burning. Ignore the pain, keep going don’t give up. Arms aching, legs pumping, face sweating and my heart is pounding. I lose my grip, I fly through the air and flop on the ground, panting. Next thing I know I'm in the hospital.

“My lips look like a balloon” I say to my mum, “it's okay sweetie” said mum. My face has dried blood on it, deep cuts, my two front teeth disappeared, sprained nose and a giant top lip,
Worst. Crash. Ever.

I get home with a sore everything, I get to the garage and try and find my bike. I can't find it. Two hours later, I find my bike and there are a bunch of scratches too. “ My bike is ruined” I say.