Worst first pain

When I was young, I lived in Henderson, Kentucky. It is a fairly small town, and it had many parts in a state of disrepair. For example, my sidewalk was comprised of numerous concrete slabs, not one parallel with the other. I literally had to make about 3 about ½ foot jumps on my bike to get to one of my friend’s house. I did this nearly every day, and I had the path you had to take to have fun known by heart. There was a certain way where you could hit every ramp to its fullest, and I almost never crashed, until that faithful day. As I was going up my favorite slab, one of the only ones that was whole and still made a ramp, it happened. I’m not sure why, but my bike turned sideways in mid air, causing me to land on my side, and slide on the ground a bit. I was literally gushing blood from my knee, forehead, elbow, and a bit on the side of my head. I was in so much pain that I had to be carried to my mom’s house. I passed out from one point, and I was pale from blood loss. I was scared out of my mind.