Personal Narrative On My First Dirtbike

They had told my parent that a few of my red blood cells had a malfunction they started to break down. They had told my parents that I had something called sickle cell which is a group of disorders that cause red blood cells to become misshapen and break down. I never really understood what that meant but I just knew that I had a weak heart and that I never really played gym in school because they said I had “Limitations.” I never really knew what it meant but I just went along with it. A year later on March 11, 2008 I was back in the hospital because I needed surgery on my heart. I remember waking up after surgery and seeing my mom crying and asking my dad if I was going to die. I never really thought that was a possibility but I just pushed it to the back of my mind so I wouldn’t think about it. But turned out dieing was a possibility but I didn’t die, but the doctor told me that I could never be on a sports team and I could never play gym. I never really took it to the heart because I was only five I told myself that it was not the end of the world. That all changed a few months later and I was 6 now and it was a nice day on October 23 2008 and I was at the park with my dad and my older brother and they started to play baseball while I watched. After watching them play for a while I wanted to play so my dad pulled out a softball and a glove and I started to play on my own. I sucked at first but after a while I was really good. I remember on the same day I asked my dad if I could play on a team but she said no because of my “limitations.” Later that day I asked my mom and she took to play on a rec center team even though I wasn’t allowed and that's how it all started. And know I have played softball ever since and my

When I was in first grade I witnessed a motorcycle accident outside my elementary school. A man had been riding, without a helmet or jacket, and hit a bump. All I remember was the bike flying into the air then into a nearby front yard and the man disappearing. I was so close to it I could see everything that happened. Everyone started screaming and rushing around. The man had slid under a car that was pulling out of the school parking lot and was stuck under the rear wheel. Later I learned he had an acute subdural hematoma and the car was still on his chest. They tried to lift the car off of him, but he immediately started chocking on blood, resulting in them leaving the car on top of him until emergency response came. He was eventually taken to the hospital via helicopter.

Have you ever wondered how people on dirtbikes keep their balance while going at such fast speeds and riding in mud and dirt? Have you ever wondered if you would be able to ride a dirt bike? You can learn how to dirt bike by used these four steps kickstarting, clutch and shifting, riding, and braking. These four steps should help you learn how to ride a dirt bike.

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The first time I ever rode a dirt bike was when I was the age ten and then I never rode another one until I was fifteen years old. This is relevant because to learn how to ride a dirtbike takes time and help from others. My father had been riding dirt bikes and quads since he was a child, so when I needed help I looked up to him. I was clueless on how to operate a dirt bike until I asked my dad for help. Now I can ride a motorized bike with no problem!

I moved into a quiet neighborhood in Orlando, Florida on January 24, 2008. I was a college student working part time at a local Target. I kept to myself and tried to make a little money and have good grades. I didn’t really know anyone, and no one really knew me unless I either worked or went to school with them. One day in early March, I was working on my yard and a little girl tossed her ball into my yard by accident. She ran over and grabbed it. As she ran off, I noticed how happy she was to just be playing with a ball, something that anyone else would take for granted. She looked happy and so excited.

When I was four years old, I wasn’t paying attention to my parents and as they were walking into a store, they left me behind. I remember really wanting a Barbie bicycle and I had been distracted. I was then left alone inside of Rockingham Mall and since I was only four, I didn’t know what to do. At first, I started panicking and looking around the mall. I remember seeing a lot of people walking by and it was a really busy day. So then I started to cry and I walked around the mall all by myself. I was on the second floor at that time so I went down the stairs, which I tripped on. I had hit my hand badly and it was bleeding. That’s when I started to cry. I then walked around the mall crying until I reached one of the exits.

My choice that I had to make was when I was riding in the woods on my dirty blue swift dirt bike. The woods were tall grassy trails and I saw one grassy trail and one small rough dirt opening in the woods leading to another path. I had to take one or the other. I couldn't stop my dirt bike either.

Trophies, broken bones, popularity is always hard when you're in BMX. Because of all the hobbies that is going on, I am always gone that I can't even go to BMX. All the hobbies that is going on for me is just too much. Ok, I'll keep talking. So here's all of the other things that would have to go through just to have it work.

There were only six people, including myself and my mom, in the orthopedic clinic's waiting room. The other four were two couples. When we entered, one elderly couple glanced up with wrinkled faces. The other was a mother and her adult son, and both smiled at me and my mom. After we had checked in for my appointment, we sat and waited like the other patients. At the age of 15, I was the youngest in that waiting room. I was also the only one wearing a cast on my arm. I felt a bit out of place. Then the door to the doctors' offices swung open. A young couple walked out, holding onto the hands of a little girl. They all had sparkling eyes and beaming faces. Upon closer observation, I realized that the girl couldn't comfortably hold onto her dad's hand because she was wearing a prosthetic forearm and hand. Despite her condition, I couldn't help but smile at the sheer image of her joy. As the family walked by, I stuck my good hand out and asked for a high five. She was shy, but her parents encouraged her. She missed the first time, but after a successful second attempt with her prosthetic hand, everyone in that room, even the women at the

One day me and Ashton were dirt biking. I was beating Ashton all day. Ashton got so mad that he clipped my handlebars. I fell face first on the ground hitting my head so hard that I had to go to the clinic. But it was so bad that they thought I broke my neck. At first they were going to send me in an ambulance to Stanford Hospital. But then they thought I had broken my neck so they wanted me to fly in a helicopter all the way to Sanford hospital. But I didn't so my dad just took me home. Well back to the RV. When we came back I was still the best one there besides the adults. Booyah . Ashton got really mad. It was a really fun day after all.

I like go-cart racing. I do it all the time at the Lake of the Ozarks. They have my favorite called Leman’s Carts. The strong odor of Gasoline and grease means you’re about ready to race.

I don't like going up big rocks on my dirtbike. I don't want to get hurt but I do it because you can't turn around in the middle of a trial, and because you will feel good after you do it.

It was a cool and crisp spring afternoon. I was eleven and had just returned home from school, which I despised at the time. I was so excited to play outside with all of my neighborhood friends. So I bolted inside, threw my backpack down, and ran into the garage to put on my lovely pink and blue skates. I then skated down the street about nine or so houses to my best friend Brooke’s house. I rang the doorbell and her mom answer the door. I asked, “ Hey Mrs. Amy! Can Brooke and Madi come out to play?” She replied, “Oh sorry Honey, they are not home right now, they are at another friends house.” I said “Okay, thank-you,” and went on my way. I then proceeded on to my friends George and Elizabeth’s house. I rang the doorbell and their big, slobbery lab came barking at the door. Their dad answered and I asked if they could play. He told me that they were still at school and if I came down later, they could probably play. I said okay, and made my way back to my house. Then I stopped. I came to Aaron’s house and thought to myself, I guess I could ask him to come out and play. So I skated up to his red front door and waited for him to answer. I heard heavy footsteps making their way down a staircase and the door opened up, revealing Aaron. Aaron was kind of the odd one out in our neighborhood, so I thought it would be nice to include him. So I asked him what I had asked the last two people who had shut me down, and he said yes! I finally had someone to play with and I was thrilled.