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  • Scar
    I was never the most coordinated and graceful kid. Summer before my 7th grade year was spent in North Carolina. I was determined to go back to California more advanced at my bike riding skills. I went out one day with the neighbor kids and thought I'd give it a go. After a failed couple of hours, I decided to head back into the house. The way back I was horsing around with the kids.While running away from one of them, my feet got caught in the chains of the bike and I fell. I remember while falling looking down at the bike handle which was pointed up towards my throat. I hit it, I remember the initial hit and not being able to breathe. I was laying on the ground gasping,thinking I had cut my neck open. I ran into the house and remembered my brother laughing at how I had hurt myself walking the bike not actually riding it. I had about a quarter sized mark on my neck, over the years it has faded and now I am only reminded of it when I touch the place on my neck.
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