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I never learned how to ride a bicycle until I was in my mid twenties. Fraternal eight year old twins I was babysitting in graduate school, Micheal and Hanna, taught me how to ride in the spring of 1999. It was not until 2001, after my husband and I bought my first bike for 13 dollars from an old man in Shelby, NC, I fell hard for a bike... More

I was 17 or 18....

Posted On : April 6, 2007 12:20 AM | Posted By : Yemi
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I had just came to America, and was getting settled into my first ever job as the fry boy at McDonalds. Seeing that I was walking to work, our Eritrean neighbors lent me their bike.

I took a shower one morning, put my work uniform in a plastic bag and started riding downhill towards the exit of the apartment complex.

I was holding the plastic bag containing my cloths in my right hand, and before I realized, it got stuck in the front wheel completely stopping it. Next thing I know, I flew off forward without the bike like batman and landed on my chin and palms.

I was expecting people to surround me, help me up, gather my things, and ask if I was alright like back in Ethiopia.

But all I remember is this lady looking at me and walking past me as I laid there bleeding and trying to comprehend what just had happened.

In the end, I was not badly hurt. The biggest damage was my left chin. To this day, it still does not grow hair.

Story By Fish who currently blogs at The Mongrel