When I was in first grade my friend Henry and I were biking...

When I was in first grade my friend Henry and I were biking together. He lived just down the street and had bumpy roots of a tree in his front yard. He was riding his bike and jumping over the roots, and he told me to try it. But my bike was going faster than his, so when I went over the roots I fell. I hurt my chin and got a scrape down my stomach and one on my leg. His baby sitter called my dad, who came and took me home.

When my mother got home I was still crying, and my dad was worried about me. My mom took me upstairs and put me on her bed. Then she told me that I couldn't be hurt because I am God's child.

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