My most memorable day started out with my brother and me visiting my grandmother by bicycle for lunch on a Saturday. We rode our bikes without incident to her house but on the return trip, my brother's bike broke. I got off my bike and walked it with him until we got to a long steep hill that led to the railroad tracks we needed to cross. Before the railroad tracks there was a small …showed first 75 words of 809 total…

…showed last 75 words of 809 total…and I should be fine as long as I did not do any strenuous activity in the next month. On the way home from the hospital we stopped back at the railroad tracks where I had crashed to pick up my mangled bike. The blood on my bike was still wet as I carried it back to the truck. After I had recovered from the crash, I avoided crossing the railroad tracks at all costs.