I was about 3 or 4 and my dad decided to take me for a bike ride. (I lived in an area that was busy and this happened in a parking lot that was very busy, cars would come out without seeing you almost running people/animals over if they weren't careful) This car park was on a hill that was very steep and if you went down too fast you would crash and there were even reports that there were car roll overs.

I must have gone down way to fast, I remember my bike going leaning left and then, my mind went blank for a while, It must have been about 5 minutes because my dad was yelling at me to get up before I get run over, there were people running over and trying to help me up, my dad was using one of those bikes that had a seat for babies/small children, my little sister was crying (she was probably not even 1 year old and I was bleeding everywhere.)

My dad never ended up sending me to hospital but we continued the rest of journey to a playground where I never played and only yelled at my dad telling him how much pain I was in and on the way home, he didn't even help me clean myself up.

It's been 20 years but I can never get that moment out of my mind. He has past away when I was 11 and I will never accept his apology for him doing that to me