My Memoir

When I was 8 years old my family went to visit my Aunt and Uncle and
cousins on their farm. When we got there my cousin Kent was bringing out
the mini bike that he built with his dad. We were all pretty impressed, it
worked well, but it didn’t have a brake. My cousin let my brother ride it
around for a while. I wanted to try it, but I was a little scared. After a
while, the boys asked me if I wanted to try it. My dad was standing next to me
and kept telling me to Try it! So I got on the bike and pulled on the
gas. The bike shot forward and I couldn’t control it or steer because I was
in shock at how quickly it took off. The bike seemed like it was going 100
mph, and everything was in a blur. All of a sudden I saw a big green
object in front of me and then everything went black. I opened my eyes
and heard screaming. My dad was sitting right next to me asking me if I
can hear him. I looked up and I was half under one of my uncle’s tractors,
and my shirt has blood all over it. I couldn’t feel anything yet, but I
started crying because I was scared of all the blood on my hands and
shirt. My aunt came running over to me with a ton of towels and ice. The
bleeding wasn’t stopping, and my face started to hurt pretty badly, so my
parents decided to take me to the hospital, and in the car on the way
there I was sitting on my mom’s lap, and having calmed down, I looked over
at my brother who was sitting in the seat next to me, and he was crying. I
was extremely surprised that he was that upset, because he was always so
mean to me.. We got to the hospital pretty fast, and we waited in the
emergency room for a while. I had stopped bleeding, and was just sitting
there with my face throbbing. A nurse finally came to get me and she took
me and my mom to a room where she put a big heavy cape to on me and takes
x-rays of my head. A little while later, we sat waiting in an examination
room, and my mom told me too look through the little window into the next
room, and I saw x-rays of my head hung up on a lit up board. I thought it
was so weird to see something like that. The doctor came into the room not
long after that, and all I remember him saying was that I could eat all
the popsicles and ice cream I wanted to help with the swollen face. So the
whole 5 hour car ride home, I tried to eat popsicles, but every time it
touched any part of my swollen face, it burned so badly that I got tears
in my eyes, it was an extremely frustrating experience.
This experience affected me in a couple of ways. I learned that my brother
really did love me, even though he was a jerk sometimes. And that
experience has made me extremely cautious about trying new two wheeled
things.