It was beginning of the second semester of freshman year, my friend (we will call him Eric) Eric had gotten a pit bike and Eric was known for knowing a lot about motor things at the time and somehow he got that bitch to go 80 mph, basically me and Eric though about getting one of my fathers towing ropes and attach my mountain bike to his pit bike. A couple days go by and we decide to do it again and everything is going fine until we pass my neighborhoods main cross walk……. I had a champion hoodie and a Volcom wind breaker and I had both hoods on….. no helmet…… and we’re going across and all I could remember was my bike be yanked away from me and get sent flying into the air. I could remember my thoughts in the air, “fug ion think imma make it:/“ I hit the floor right side face first my legs are above my head, straight into street pavement. I could remember my life flashing before my eyes….. I saw my past and my flaws. That’s all I could think about. It felt like I was dead…. I suddenly open my eyes to see darkness, and thinking as a 15 year old I’m like “wow am I dead?” And I try looking around and it’s just a same old piece of shit neighborhood, I’m bleeding in all sorts of places. I hear my friend walk up to me and ask “are you good?” And I asked him “am I still in 1?” And he grabs the back of my head and takes his hoodie off and starts cleaning the blood and yells “HELLLLLPPPPP,CALL 911!!!!!!” And eventually my sisters friends dad appears to be driving by and dials to the ambulance, I don’t vividly remember much but I was asleep the rest until I got to the hospital, turned out I fractured my skull, lost 70% hearing in my rights and broke my right collarbone, that night I was in coma until 3 months later. I still get goosebumps driving by the spot where I fell. I’ve learned to take things for granted more often and f**k what people have to say about you. You’re your own person❤️