There was one day where my friends and I wanted to have a piggyback ride race. This was in 4th grade.
We were playing for recess and we got this idea. I knew it was dangerous in the back of my head but I didn't think about it since I was 7 or 8.
So we went to the place that we where going to start the race and I got on my friends back while my other friend got on another friend's back. You would be able to see how excited and competitive our faces looked.
The piggyback race started and the friend I was on and my other friend with another friend on their back started running. My friends started running as fast as they could when suddenly the person I was riding slipped on gravel. I went flying off and landed on my face and elbow. I felt the gravel and concrete underneath my body.
The friend I was riding on went to check on me. I was obviously crying, being around 7-8 years of age. When I got up I could feel the blood trickling down my lips and tears running down my cheeks. I could hear a crowd starting to form. The supervisor ended up rushing over. I was rushed into the nurse's office. My sister came (went to the same school) and we got my mom called to pick me up.
I went to the dentists to check if any gravel was stuck in the scar but luckily there was none. My friend that I was riding on did not get hurt. At the end of the day we ended up doing something dumb and dangerous that we knew we weren't supposed to do. But we still did it and that was the result of it. Karma hits back, and sometimes it hits back hard.