Hey everybody, Moon here, feeling like the clumsiest person ever. I barely have to do anything and I'm lying on the ground in pain. I bet you are all wondering what I could have done to feel this way. It is seriously the most random thing.
About a week ago I was riding my bike at the park. I really can't explain how much I enjoy going fast. But being the goof I am, I was going as fast as I could under the pavilion, weaving around tables. This is something I have done countless times. Unfortunately, the concrete under the pavilions is incredibly slick. Next thing I know I'm in the air. Luckily for me, I've fallen off my bike enough times to learn how to roll with the fall to avoid hurting myself. I shakily get up from my fall and look over at my poor bike. The Handlebars are facing forward, but the wheel is facing to the right. Of course I'm upset that my beautiful bike is dented, so I take it over to Mom to have her take a look at it. Being the genius she is, she straightens out the wheel. Thrilled my bike looks as good as it did before, I spend the rest of the day riding my bike with no more problems. Seems like I lived happily ever after, right? Wrong! I'm not even to the main clumsiness yet. The day before yesterday, I was out riding my bike again, enjoying the bright sunshine. Everything starts off wonderfully. I was even able to take a few laps around our house. Like I do on most gorgeous days, I ride over to Mom and ask her if I can go for a ride around the block. I was thrilled when she said yes. With the excitement of a promising bike ride in my heart, I take off down the driveway. As I turn out on the street, I notice a couple of boys my age walking home from public school. Being the show off I regretfully am, I stand up on my pedals for a boost of speed. I make it all the way around the block and start my journey home. When I started going down the straight road to our house I maintained most of my speed from my attempt at being cool. Once again everything feels perfect to me, but little did I know my bike wasn't completely fixed from my last wreck. As I mentioned before, I'm flying down the straight road to my house, something that I do a lot. The wind blowing in my face, my heart racing from the strain of exercise, I near my home. When suddenly, I flip over my handlebars. Before I know it, I'm on the ground. Normally, I would have rolled with the fall, but my foot got caught in one of the pedals. Tears sprang to my eyes from the excruciating pain radiating from my right knee. Somehow, I managed to jog the short distance back to my house, unsure of how bad the wound was because of my long exercise pants. It was a challenge to get the bike moving because, once again, my wheel was facing one way, while my handle bars faced another. Eventually, I made it back home and ran to the bathroom. Terrified at how mangled my knee would be, I turned on ice cold water in the bathtub, and cautiously rolled up my pant leg. I cringed at how much blood there was and plunged it into the freezing water, hoping the cold would numb my pain. Amazingly, I had hardly cried at all. After my icy knee bath, I wrapped the afflicted area, and trudged out to the living room, where the medical kit was. After heavily bandaging my knee, I limped outside, and was given an unpleasant realization, we had a cheer practice for the Upward celebration dance. That may not seem to bad, but part of the dance involves you going on your knees. Just my luck, right? Once the practice was over, we went home and I had to rebandge my knee! Two days later, here I am, preparing to go on stage to sing and dance. My knee is killing me still, but I'm doing better.
Now you know why I feel I am the clumsiest person ever. Sadly, I do this kind of thing all the time. Here's hoping things get better.
Until next time,
~Moon
About a week ago I was riding my bike at the park. I really can't explain how much I enjoy going fast. But being the goof I am, I was going as fast as I could under the pavilion, weaving around tables. This is something I have done countless times. Unfortunately, the concrete under the pavilions is incredibly slick. Next thing I know I'm in the air. Luckily for me, I've fallen off my bike enough times to learn how to roll with the fall to avoid hurting myself. I shakily get up from my fall and look over at my poor bike. The Handlebars are facing forward, but the wheel is facing to the right. Of course I'm upset that my beautiful bike is dented, so I take it over to Mom to have her take a look at it. Being the genius she is, she straightens out the wheel. Thrilled my bike looks as good as it did before, I spend the rest of the day riding my bike with no more problems. Seems like I lived happily ever after, right? Wrong! I'm not even to the main clumsiness yet. The day before yesterday, I was out riding my bike again, enjoying the bright sunshine. Everything starts off wonderfully. I was even able to take a few laps around our house. Like I do on most gorgeous days, I ride over to Mom and ask her if I can go for a ride around the block. I was thrilled when she said yes. With the excitement of a promising bike ride in my heart, I take off down the driveway. As I turn out on the street, I notice a couple of boys my age walking home from public school. Being the show off I regretfully am, I stand up on my pedals for a boost of speed. I make it all the way around the block and start my journey home. When I started going down the straight road to our house I maintained most of my speed from my attempt at being cool. Once again everything feels perfect to me, but little did I know my bike wasn't completely fixed from my last wreck. As I mentioned before, I'm flying down the straight road to my house, something that I do a lot. The wind blowing in my face, my heart racing from the strain of exercise, I near my home. When suddenly, I flip over my handlebars. Before I know it, I'm on the ground. Normally, I would have rolled with the fall, but my foot got caught in one of the pedals. Tears sprang to my eyes from the excruciating pain radiating from my right knee. Somehow, I managed to jog the short distance back to my house, unsure of how bad the wound was because of my long exercise pants. It was a challenge to get the bike moving because, once again, my wheel was facing one way, while my handle bars faced another. Eventually, I made it back home and ran to the bathroom. Terrified at how mangled my knee would be, I turned on ice cold water in the bathtub, and cautiously rolled up my pant leg. I cringed at how much blood there was and plunged it into the freezing water, hoping the cold would numb my pain. Amazingly, I had hardly cried at all. After my icy knee bath, I wrapped the afflicted area, and trudged out to the living room, where the medical kit was. After heavily bandaging my knee, I limped outside, and was given an unpleasant realization, we had a cheer practice for the Upward celebration dance. That may not seem to bad, but part of the dance involves you going on your knees. Just my luck, right? Once the practice was over, we went home and I had to rebandge my knee! Two days later, here I am, preparing to go on stage to sing and dance. My knee is killing me still, but I'm doing better.
Now you know why I feel I am the clumsiest person ever. Sadly, I do this kind of thing all the time. Here's hoping things get better.
Until next time,
~Moon
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