Faith Prevails

the first time i remember getting hurt was in california i think,lets say maybe 5or 6, we were visiting family and there house was sitting on top of a gigantic hill and the play ground was of course down the hill. i started running down the hill and the farther down i ran the faster i got. in a split second my feet slipped out from under me and i fell knees first. i looked down and i had rocks in my knee. my mom and dad cam running down too. but were smart enought not to jet down. my dad picked me and carried me back up the hill. BY the time we got to the house i had a pull of blood running down my leg, staining my socks. when we got in the house they washed off my knee and put a big ole bandaid on it. needless to say i was very soar the next couple of days.
other than that i have had many falls, scrape and brusies since then. more or less they are all hilarious, and could have won 10 thousands dollars on AFV.