Jan 20, 2009, 02:02 PM
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I had done stupid things that could had killed myself. The biggest one to memory is I was 12 or 13, I rode a bicycle around this quiet (not much traffic) neighborhood quite often to reach a friend's house. Just like any other summer day, I rode around the corner and up the hill while I was looking to the left (her house is just on the left side after the street to the left) to see if she was outside. I turned slightly to get on this said street but out of the corner of my eye, I saw a big brown beater heading right towards me.
As I was riding up the hill, she didn't see me or possibly I didn't hear her horn so we just collided. The front wheel of my bike just hit her bumper quite hard and knocked me off of the bike. My brother's bike is pretty banged up and he's outright pissed about that. I was shaken but okay but what's hilarious is the woman of the beater was pregnant and she still managed to lift that bike onto the beater and took me home around the block. I imagine she was a nervous wreck realizing of it all, which is hilarious because back then I was concerned about not getting in trouble for not paying attention to the road! o.o' I'm just glad she drove at slow speeds.
Jam it back in, in the dark.
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