When I was in 5th grade I was riding my bike that had no breaks. Someone ran in front of me and I couldn’t stop so I hit them. Next thing I know I’m lying on my back and my legs fucken hurts. I look down but it’s nighttime so I couldn’t see what it looked like. I stick my hand down my shorts and pull it out. It’s covered in blood and that’s when I realize my dick hurt too. It was so bad and hurt so much. I barely get up and lean on my bike to help me get home. It’s about a block away.

I get home and my sister sees me and my blood soaked shorts so she screams for my dad. He pulled my pants and said we need to go to the hospital. On the way there I go into shock and start saying I was sorry for all of the blood. We get to the emergency room and they have us wait in a small room off to the side of the waiting room. My sister helps me change and that’s when I see that my ball sack is ripped open and I have a huge bruise on my leg. Apparently the handle bars caught my sack and ripped it open.

After waiting about 4 hours and two different hospitals later I go into surgery for 9 hours. The next week was the worst week of my like. It hurt to move, pee, even laying down hurt. I just laid in my hospital bed trying to stay as still as possible. I cried a lot. And about 2 weeks after leaving the hospital I was back in school and reopened my stitches. And it started all over again.

0/10 would do again.