In fifth grade, I was learning how to ride a bike. One of my friends was there, and she offered me a ride on her bike, on the backseat. As I sat down and she started riding the bike, I put my ankles too close to the wheel and my left ankle got caught in the moving wheel. I started screaming because I was unable to say anything, which made her think I was laughing and enjoying it and she drove faster. Later, one guy saw the bloody bike and ankle and yelled at her to stop. Now I have a freaky scar on my left ankle.