Starting From The End

There I was. Sitting on the edge of the motocross trailer with a searing pain going through my foot.

When I was around 13 my brother, father, and I started to ride motorcycles again. We had not ridden for probably 7 years, and decided to start back up. At first we started to just ride at my uncles track behind his house, but it was fairly small, and we wanted to try something new. We drove out to a track in Madison County about 30 minutes south of Tallahassee. The track was very large and mostly sand, so it was a perfect track to learn on. We started to go out around every other weekend. I had been jumping a few of the jumps, and one time when we went out I really wanted to try a new one so I came around the corner two corners before the jump, but I changed my mind so I went slow on the next corner. I changed my mind again after that corner, and hit the throttle. I didn’t have enough time though. I came up on the jump without enough speed and cased(hitting the top of the jump without clearing it) the jump. I hit so hard that my heel was pushed underneath the foot peg and hit the ground. I stayed on the bike though and road back to the car with my newly broken heel. I was in extreme pain however it wasn’t bad enough to the point where I needed to leave immediately so I let my brother, and dad finish there laps before we left. When I went to the doctor h said I had chipped a piece of the bone off and I would be in a boot for a while.

My “Growing Up” story really isn’t a story about growing up at all, but it does kid of show the gain of maturity during my childhood. I will start of by saying that I hated writing in middle school. I could not stand it, and when we had to write a paper for our science fair I was dreading the moment. I did my project on the fermentation of juice using various fruits, however I miss calculated how long it would take to ferment. It ended up taking two days longer than the amount of time we had for the project so I had to write all of the papers in one day. It took be until four the next morning to finish the project, and I almost stopped, however after thinking for a minute I relieved that I could do it. Then in around 40-50 more minutes I finished. When I look back on that project now I know that a year before I did that project I probably would have stopped.