The Reason I Don't Ride Bikes

When I was younger I looked up to my dad quite a bit. I still do but I remember this particular day in history because it was the last day I rode a bike. People say you never forget how to ride a bike, I don't think that's totally true. Maybe I have just mentally blocked the idea out of my head but if you ask me, I've forgotten not only how to ride but the joy it brings. Petal bikes have become evil in my opinion. I would much rather dirt bike or quad. 

My dad, brother and I used to whip through trees, over roots and logs, and race each other while my mom and sisters trailed behind enjoying the view. 

There was no particular reason for the event that took place the day I stopped riding bikes but it did; and this is how it happened.

Like any other day, my dad and I were racing down a rocky hill trying to see who  could make it to the grassy hill first. I reached a speed I've never seem before, probably like ten kilometres an hour. Just kidding, I was flying down this hill at a speed in which a rocket enters space, and I lost control of my handle bars. Well here's me, flying down a hill with no control of where I'm doing and suddenly I've launched myself into the air and m headed straight for the prickle bush. A ghost must have stolen my bike because even though I was scraped up and sitting in a very uncomfortable bush, my bike flew twenty feet down the road. I'm pretty sure my family didn't stop laughing until we got home because I refused to ride my demon possessed bike back to the van. It was that moment that I stopped riding bikes. 

I know it sounds like I have a knack for catapulting myself throw the air, but it's better than that. It's a hobby. I'm taking flying lessons. The more stories I ask my about, the more I realize I am better at flying than walking. Now... If only I could learn to land more gracefully. 

Goodnight party peeps. If you have any tips on landing, let me know.