The Day My Head Met the Pavement

By Jackie

Everyone ran inside and got their parents to come and help me. They all stood above me and started directing questions to me. It was all a blur so I wasn't able to understand what they were asking. After I didn't respond they carefully lifted me and brought me home.

This day had started like any other. All of my neighbors including myself were outside playing while our parents got ready for a party they would be attending later that afternoon. We all decided that we should ride our bikes but I didn't have mine with me. I lifted my head to look up the huge hill I would have to climb in order to get my bike and smirked to myself, "There is no way I am scooting my butt back up that hill to get my bike."

I slowly turned to Willis and with a big smile on my face I pleaded, "May I please use your bike?"

He happily replied, "Yeah, sure! Why not?"

So I hopped on his bike that was three times too small for me, and started riding around. I didn't stop to think that I should have a helmet on. I told everyone that I could ride with my eyes closed but no one believed me so I went ahead and did it. I barely rode the bike for a few seconds when I came rushing to the hot pavement. I can remember the horrible throbbing pain and feeling of being terrified that something bad was going to happen to me. That was one of the most dramatic moments of my life.

I had a scar on my forehead for many years after that and I can still remember the throbbing headache that glued my eyes shut. That was the day my head met the pavement.