I got a good one, although it's a bit long:
When I was 11, in Fifth Grade, (for the second time, I changed schools halfway through the first and missed about half a year of school) we had this Bike Education program. Now, not being a particularly active child, I hadn't... Really ridden a bike without training wheels.
Ever. Which was pretty bad.
And so, the teachers were all shaking their heads in exasperation, amazed at my uselessness, and eventually they decided I could stay out of the main program, instead learning how to ride a bike from my friend. Said friend was excluded from the program due to his
two broken arms... That he got whilst riding a bike. D:
But it all went fairly well considering, and whilst I was still pretty useless, I improved about 100% on how I was before. Anyway, it was a while into this program/course thing when my friend, seeing that I was improving, told me to ride down this fairly small, but kinda steep slope, where at the bottom the rest of the class was doing a bunch of excercises, riding through obstacles and everything. I frowned and said something like, "No, that looks a bit too steep... Don't think I can." "Oh come on, it's
easy!" I still didn't want to. "I've seen little
girls go down that hill." Perhaps displaying some strength of character, I stuck to my guns and refused to be budged by peer pressure. Eventually he agreed and said I could go
around the hill.
So, I start riding along, towards where the slope ended, and thought: "Hey, this isn't so bad! You know, that hill doesn't look so tough after all..." So I turned and started riding down the hill, which turned out to be not only quite steep, but covered in all sorts of bumps and branches which made it even more difficult.
Terrified, I bounced up and down on the bike, gaining speed, as a few of the kids below turned to watch. I completely lost control, and finally bounced especially hard and somehow
flew off the bike, got some airtime, and then landed heavily on my back about... 10 or so metres from the instructors, who were by this stage staring at me, looking unimpressed.
Just when I didn't think it could get any worse, my
bike, which had apparently been getting some airtime of its own, crashed down on top of me, upside-down with the wheels spinning in the air.
Lying there winded, I had no idea how that was even possible, but then in the crowning moment of the whole scene, with the teachers staring at me in horror, I hear my friend running down the hill behind me, shouting:
"Don't worry! [Yoink]
's just helping me check the tires!"Oh man. I had a few bruises and cuts, but somehow no serious injuries. Needless to say, I got kicked out of the course before long.