Monday, Febuary 21, was a year since my fourwheeler accident. Last year, I got three stitches on my head and five in my lip. I was riding a fourweeler up to the barn at the mountains and there was ice at the top of the hill and the ice pushed me down an little cliff. My dad was riding a fourwheeler behind me and when he saw I fell, he jumped down and got me and carried me up to the barn. We had to stay at the hospital for two hours. I slept there for a long time. I had to blend my food and drink it. I slept on my downstairs couch for a long time. People came to my house that night and gave me get-well gifts. So don't go fourwheeling when there is ice outside!
By: Alexis Spencer
By: Alexis Spencer
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