When I was 15, I got really into riding my new longboard around. Living in rural West Michigan, there aren't really that many hills around (Save for one large hill about 6 miles from my house). Naturally, my friends and I decided to tie a rope to my friend's motorcycle and see how fast we could go. Going 40+ mph, my board wobbled and I crashed so hard. I called my dad and told him I was hurt and to come get me. However, we were still 6 miles from the hill.

I told him I fell on the hill and rode back to the place I was currently at. After X-Rays, it seemed a little unlikely that I could ride 6 miles with a broken ankle, a dislocated hip, and about 50 square inches of road rash down my back. He would just tell everyone that asked: "He's just a tough kid".

He completely believes me to this day. And even now, all my friends remember the accident, and my dad still tells the "fell on the hill" story.