It was only last summer that I got the scar on my right knee. The day started like any other summer day. My family woke up late, ate a slow breakfast, and then time slowly dragged by to evening. “Go ride your bikes outside and be back for dinner.” My mom told my sister and me.

It was a nice time to go biking. The air was cool and a gentle breeze rustled the leaves. “It’s the perfect day for a race.” I thought. Turning around, I shouted “Race you!” and hopped on my bike. Although it wasn’t a super fancy bike, or a mountain bike, I thought it was the best bike ever with dark purple handle bars. Pumping my legs, I headed toward the lake, the usual place my sister and I race.

The wind whipped my hair around my face, and whistled in my ears. Shouting with joy, I went down a fairly steep hill and onto the path around the lake. Very few people walked on the path, and so my sister and I could go as fast as we wanted. Dodging, we avoided the worm filled puddles and goose dung left over from the storm the day before. “It would hurt if I slipped in one of those puddles” I thought for a second, but quickly dismissed it. I won’t slip.” I convinced myself.

“Ha! I win today!” I shouted. Leaning to the right, I turned the sharp corner to go back up the hill. Crash! The path disappeared from view, and suddenly, I was on the ground. Small cuts and a few bruises decorated my hands. I was stunned for the moment. Then, glancing around I noticed my bike lying on the ground, surrounded by water I had slipped in a puddle, exactly what I feared might happen only a minute ago! As I tried to get up, a sharp pain went through my leg forcing me to abandon the movement and inspect my right knee. A gash ran across my knee where a rock had cut me. Torn and bloody, it was a horrible sight to look at.

“What happened?!” my sister shouted rushing over.

“Fell.” I said, only able to manage the short word.

Seeing the wound, she quickly bent down and helped me up. Clenching my teeth, I tried not to think about the pain. An eternity later, I finally got home. Thankfully, the cut wasn’t as bad as it looked, and I didn’t need stitches.