A funny story that happened while I was rollerblading when I was about 12. I was going down streets I didn't recognize (it was a small town) because I thought'd I'd explore. Of course I brought a friend. Anyways, I turned around (because I'm a pro) and was skating backwards talking to my friend.
He yelled really loudly to turn around and watch out. When I did, I was going down the biggest fucking hill in my life (it was pratically like a drop) and my breaks weren't helping that much either (I was actually afraid I was going to knock myself into the pavement). I blacked out past halfway through because I never have remember hitting the curb at the bottom. Last thing I remembered was my heart felt like it was exploding out of my chest.
When I awoke, I was told that I had sprained my wrist.
Yeah, after going 100000 miles per hour, all I did was sprain my wrist. I guess I must have landed on a fucking pillow or something.
Jam it back in, in the dark.
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