Holding on to the Truth

Last year my school thought it would be fun for individuals to jog a mile each week or ride a bike three miles as a pledge for its Bicentennial historical celebration. Since I liked to ride my bike around the high school track down the street from us, I chose that as my part of the celebration.

One evening my dad, sister, and I took a ride around the track. After the third time around, I was talking to my sister and didn't see what I was doing. I hit a big brick and went over the handlebars. My dad asked me if I wanted to finish the rest of the ride. I said, "Yes," but when I looked at my shoulder I saw I had a big spot where the skin was ripped out of place. It didn't look good, and I had been knocked out for a little while.

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