Ana

media type="custom" key="18981644"I opened the curtains. When the light shone in I looked down and saw the scars from the day I crashed. "Good morning Dad! Shall I tell you the story now?”

Well I went down to the dusty garage to get my brand new bright red bike that I got from Dad for my last birthday. I rode on the cracked cobble stone path. All the leaves blew off the trees directly on to my face. I passed the football field. The swings and slide were covered in autumn leaves. I saw the brightly coloured school sign through the blackberries so I knew I was nearly at school.

School was not very exciting that day. I noticed it had begun to snow just after play time. It snowed all day. The bell finally rang to go home. I shivered when I went out to get my bike from the bike stand. It was covered in snow and the ground was layered thick with snow.

There was no way I could ride my bike home. Just then I saw something pink like Mum’s new snow jacket that Dad had bought for her last Christmas poking through the blackberry bush. Blond and brown hair blowing in the wind. Then the pink thing came closer.

It was Mum. We pushed my bike home together in the thick layered snow. I hardly recognized the swings and slide they looked ghosty and all white. The football field looked more like a ski field than a football field. Even though the snow was still heavy I tried to ride my bike. Mum warned me not too but I didn’t listen to her. At first it was quite hard to keep control of the handlebars as the snow had made the ground really slippery. I thought I was pretty cool riding my bike, just cruising along looking up at all the fancy houses. What I didn’t notice was the big downhill looming up in front of me. All of a sudden I started to pick up speed. I was going faster and faster. The handlebars started shaking and shuddering. I was losing control. “Ana! Stop!” Mum yelled at me. I knew I couldn’t slam my brakes on as I would fall off. But I had to do something. My tyre hit a wobbly cobblestone and my bike stopped dead. Unfortunately I kept going. I ended up head first into a thorn bush. I had so many prickles sticking out me I looked like a hedgehog.

It took a while for the cuts and bruises to heal but I learned a very important lesson that day.