The Bike Ride

When I was a child, I had a horrible experience.
I was racing on a bike, against a little boy,
And my front tire hit his back tire,
And it caused me to turn two flips on the bike.
When I landed, my face hit the pavement,
And my wrist was twisted.
I had a chipped tooth, a swollen and bloody lip,
And my wrist was crushed.
My pinky finger and my wrist bone
Were completely out of place.
My friends had to fasten a belt
Around my neck and under my arm
To help me hold it up because I couldn’t feel a thing.
From there, I was taken to the hospital
And put to sleep to have surgery.
As I woke up, I noticed a cast on my arm
Going from my fingertips up to my shoulder,
And was now in so much pain.
At the last part, while healing, I had to use a coat hanger
To scratch the aggravating itching.

11-9-1992
Written by Gail Brookshire
Inspiration: TW challenging me to write about childhood experiences.

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