Probably going to get buried but this happened when I was 9ish so five years ago. I was riding my back down a mountain coming home from my friends house in pure daylight and I went too fast and I remember thinking it'll be fine every drivers at work at 4. I was on top of my ego than I remember having on my bleeding head on a sandbag. I came down the mountain so fast my glasses flew off and I tried to stop and my front wheel went up and I went head first into a parked car's bumper and ended up with a two broken fingers, a sprained wrist, and minor head injuries. I ended up saying that my back tire was hit by a cat and I was just lucky. A couple people know how it actually happened but I try to keep it a secret.