My Earliest Memory

September 3rd, 2010 Filed under: Life

One of my earliest memories is falling off my bike. It was a hot summer’s day, I was living in Calgary at the time so I must have been 4 or 5 years old. There was a little corner store down an ally out the back of my house. I was biking there to buy myself a Texas Donut and a pack of Transformers Sickers for my sticker book.

I remember trying to act cool becuase my friend was with me. I was biking erratically moving my handle bars left and right really fast. Well, during one of the movements I pushed a little to far and the front wheel jack knifed causing the bike to flip and for me to go flying over the handle bars and skid across the allyway on my tummy. My shirt had come up during the fall so my tummy was scrapping directly on the pavement. I got a huge graize. I remember running home to mum crying and and having to lay on my back in pain while she picked little pebbles out of my tummy.

Good times.

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