I have had two bad injuries in my lifetime (knock on wood), one when I was in 3rd grade and the other happened a week before my 8th grade year. When compared, I would say the 8Th grade injury was more memorable and familiar to me because I was older.
The day began with my sister and I hopping on our bikes and heading to a friend’s house for a day of swimming. We had a great day and before we knew it, it was time to start peddling home. Being a twin, everything was a competition growing up. You name it and I am sure I have a story about us competing to finish or win it first. As Liz and I began our two mile journey home, we began to race.
We started to approach a stop sign about 100 feet in front of us, which led to a big road that was not too busy, but if not playing attention a car could be flying by. Luckily there was no car in sight. I know you a probably thinking I got hit by a car, but that's not the case this time. As I began to peddle faster and faster, I didn't realize how soon I would have to slow down. At the last minute I grabbed the brakes, accidentally grabbing the left brake which stops the front wheel. With that being said, the front wheel stopped immediately and I kept going. I flew over the handle bars and my chin smacked on the road with the bike landing on top of me.
I can't remember it hurting but I do remember jumping up and asking my sister if I was bleeding. Her response was simply, “no, I mean it is bleeding a little but not much”. She then took off her shirt (she had her swimsuit on under it) and gave it to me to stop the bleeding. I rode my bike the rest of the way home.
When I got home, which seemed like hours, I showed my parents my “battle scar” and my mom took me to the hospital. I had gravel scratches on my legs, hands, and chest and ended up getting 6 stitches in my chin. As the doctor finished up the stitches, he pressed around on my head to check for any other injury. At that time, I noticed a spot in my head that was a bit painful to touch, so I let him know. He looked closely and realized that I had a gash in my head, probably from the spoke when the bike landed on me.
He ended up giving me two staples in my head. I left the hospital late that night with all my injuries and a bit lucky I wasn’t seriously hurt. But I’ll tell ya, starting my first days of school with stitches and staples was really a cherry on top of my 8Th grade year!