“Jonathon, be careful, you're going to hit me. » Cycling is one of my favorite activities; but not that day. That day, I don't like bikes or my cousin Jonathon. Since my cousin and I are riding bikes, I don't know if I will be scarred today, but I am. Everyone has scars. There are emotional scars and physical scars. Sometimes emotional scars hurt more than physical scars, or vice versa. I unfortunately have a physical scar that I wouldn't exactly say hurts more than any emotional scar, but it hurts worse than many things. I don't like having emotional or physical scars. I will have this scar for life just because I tried to run away from a madman on a bike!Say no to plagiarism. Get a tailor-made essay on “Why Violent Video Games Should Not Be Banned”? Get an original essay While at my cousin's house, several of my cousins ​​and I decide to go cycling. I'm on a very slow black and red mountain bike, so I'm way behind everyone. I feel the bike rolling over my feet, the feeling of the wind on my face, blowing through my hair, makes me look like a sexy male model. I smell dirt and gravel as they dry out the snot particles in my nostrils. I would describe everything I see, but all I see is dust because I'm behind everyone. We are going to the Kearbys to ride horses with them. This is a weekly activity for all of us. We are finally theirs after what seems like forever. I see the prettiest mare you have ever seen. She is white with just a few brown spots and her mane and tail are just a mixture of the two colors. It is as beautiful as a cold winter night with a full moon to brighten the sky. She was running what seemed to me to be faster than the speed of light. I shouted without thinking, “I want to ride her!” Due to my small size, the Kearbys decide it's not a good idea for me to ride such a big horse, so I ride a donkey that looks and smells like shit. Right now I'm angry. While I'm driving, I see a raccoon that startles me, a donkey. He gets scared and I get knocked down and almost trampled by a big black horse with my cousin's destiny on its back. After being knocked off my donkey, I walk up the road towards the neighbor's house. I see she's not home, so me and my cousin Zach get back on the bikes and head home. We get there and Aunt Rita provides some nice help for all of us kids. Once we are well rested, Jonathon and Zach decide to cycle again. No one else wants to ride their bikes, so Zach and Jonathon decide to run back away from the neighbors. So they rode their bikes down the road and then turned around. As Zach and Jonathonare turn, I cross the road. (I forgot they were running back). When they are about 100 meters from the road, I cross the road. There they are, arriving in a hurry on the road. Now Jonathon is about five feet away from me when I yell "Jonathon, watch out, you're going to hit me!" BOOM! BANG!BOOM!The tire of this huffy bike is running straight down the left side of my body! I feel the fatal blow of my elf cousin's bike. My head bounces on the gravel, then I feel the blood rushing down my face. Jonathon is determined to win this race and won't stop selling the bike he's on. I don't feel any pain except the pain in my left eye. The stinging sensation of blood and sweat dripping from my face into my eyes isn't the worst pain. The worst pain is because my head has!!