When I was 8 by Denver Milligan
When I was eight years old I took my bike out. So I took it down to my friend's house so he could see my bike. I went down a hill really fast and I realised the brakes didn't work. I started to panic. I looked down hopping I would stop and when I looked back up there was a car right in front of me and I hit the back of the car and went flying over the top of it doing a summersault. I was on the floor for about five minutes. My leg my arm and my face were bleeding. I tried to get up but I just about fell over again. Adam, his mum and his sister Bebbie took me up back to my house. My mum took me to the doctors and he gave me some Calpol. It was late at night when I got back from the doctors but I still went down to Adams that night and stayed over at his house. In the morning I saw that I had broke the real headlamp. Also my bike was pretty useless because the wheel was buckled on it. I thought of my self to be really lucky I could have broken my arm or leg. The bruises and cuts healed quickly and a few weeks later they were scars on my legs and arms.
