I've had an accident when I was 10. I was riding a bike on the street with my best friend. I lost control on the steering and bumped into the car parked on the pavement. I wasn't scared at that moment, because of adrenaline. She took me on her bike and drive me home. Unfortunately, my mom was in the shop and only my older brother was home. He took me from the ground floor to first one using his strength and layed on the coach, then called mum. I think she was close to pass out, but she was home faster than the thunderbolt. When she arrived, we waited for a cab and go to the hospital straight away. The doctor was observing my ankle, because the bike cut it. I got a triangle of my skin to the bone cut out there so I ought to get stitches. Everything was better day by day, buy at first I thought my mum was going to kill me. Now I've got a scar on my left ankle and sometimes I'm afraid of riding a bike, but we need to face our fears.
