Memorys

It was about three summers ago I had my a.t.v (all terrain vehicle) accident, where I broke my right arm. I was riding in the field next to my house with a bunch of my friends as we would do almost every other weekend. My friends and I would usually switch on and off giving our other friends rides or letting them take it alone. At one point it got to my friends Mike’s turn and I was the one that had to take him. He got on and we continued to ride back and forth down the field several times. For some reason Mike was always nervous riding with other people and especially with me, but he proceeded to come along anyway.

There are two metal guardrails on each side of the field blocking them from the traffic on the streets. After several trips I decided his time was up so as we headed down for the final run and would stop afterwards. As we started out I quickly picked up and maintained a high speed, and I guess being on the back traveling that fast wasn’t settling with m...