I Got Like 3 Feet of Air That Time
By:Turner Welborn

As a child I lived in the country. I had no kids around me to play with. I really didn’t watch TV or play inside either, because I only had two sisters to play with, and one was a baby. So, I played outside by myself or with my dog. Mostly I would ride my bike. I loved to ride my bike, and some days my dad would take me on a bike ride up the street to the cull-de-sac and back. A boy lived at the top of our street who had a dirt bike and he had made a small jump for it. Every time I went up there with my dad I would ask to jump it, but he would always say no. I was around five years old at the time and I had seen people jump on bikes and dirt bikes before so I figured that it wasn’t too hard. One day, just like any other, I waited for my dad to get home from work so we could go on a bike ride. When we got to the top of the hill I asked yet again to jump the jump. He finally said it was OK. I thought, “Hey this will be easy.” Boy was I wrong. Sweaty and determined, I pedaled as fast as I could towards the jump. Mind racing I approached the jump. I saw my dad watching and the puddle off to the side. I hit the jump full speed and sailed through the air. The only bad part was that my bike was still on the ground. I had flown over the handlebars. I panicked in mid air and hit the ground hard. I got a face full of dirt and my right leg landed in the puddle. It was soaking wet. Wincing in pain, I rolled over onto my back, and my dad came running over to me. He said, “You can’t hit it on your first time like Evil Knievel.” We went home and I was mad that I couldn’t do it. I wouldn't try it again for a long time. Eventually, I overcame my fears and still to this day I enjoy a good bike jump. In conclusion, that is the story of the first time I jumped on a bike and fell flat on my face. I hope you got a laugh out of it.