Childhood Memory

Of course like many, I have a lot of childhood memories. One that I remember in particular is the first time I had to get stitches. It was a rainy, gelid, wet day out. I had to go around the block to feed my neighbors ducks because they had gone away on vacation that week. I had asked my mom if it was okay if I go, she said I could go, but just not to take my bike. I didn't listen to her and I took my bike anyway. As I was going around the corner, I thought I heard a car so i slammed on the front brake, jerking my body over the handle bars. My chin scrapped feircely against the gravelled ground. I got up and looked at my chin in the car mirror that was parked in the driveway. My chin was on fire. It was as hot as burning grease. I then went straight home. Once my mom saw the blood, she freaked. We hoped in the car, and off the of hospital we went. 2 Hours later I go home with 7 stitches in my chin. Great way to start my summer vacation.