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Christopher Smith
Chicago, Illinois USA
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When I was in the seventh grade, I was riding bikes with my friend. He had just received a new bike for his birthday. I lived in a community built around a golf course and we would ride our bikes on the golf cart path where there were lots of steep hills. We were riding down a particularly steep hill and my friend decided to ride the brakes so he could move at a more comfortable speed. The path was quite narrow, and I was gaining a large amount of momentum. My bicycle had no brakes, so what I would do to slow down was place my foot between the fork and the tire. I went to do this, and then I woke up at the base of a large tree at the bottom of the hill. When I looked up at my friend he gave me a look of complete shock. My face was covered in blood. It must have been too quick of a stop when I went to brake. My face went flying into my handle bars, where my nose was obliterated, then causing my body to flip over the handle bars to land at the base of a large tree.
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