I became what I am today when I was about 8. It was during the summer of 09. When it comes to remembering the past, remembering this moment, it changed me for the better.
I remember the precise moment of me riding my bike into his house. I was going to a friend's house. His house is at the bottom of a steep hill, so we would be forced to use the brakes quickly. He begged me to go to his house.
So we go down this steep hill and I forgot the I had handlebar brakes. I was messed up bad. I had hit my mouth on the handlebars. My tongue was swimming in a pool of blood, as red as cherry kool-aid. I could heard my tongue yelling at me in a high pitch ringing noise.
All i could taste is iron and all I could feel is the pain sprinting through my gums. I don't remember seeing much of anything, but i do remember seeing the rag I was given soaked, it looked liked it was marinated in a thick red paint.
This moment had changed me. It made me more mature when it come to making decisions.
This accident happened at a young age. This is the age where you learn from your mistakes, and I learned a great deal from it. This accident has made me more mature, smarter when it comes to decision making, and less daring and less likely to fall to peer pressure.