ouch, hope she feels better soon.

I remember my "big" accident. I think its was "big" for my parents & not so much to me. I had to be about 8yrs old. I was biking with my male friend over some larger gravel hill on our street. They were working on our street (there were 10' deep holes everywhere). We went up & down about 4 in a row. Lets just say the last one was a killer !

It was only 1/2 a hill & it was a 6 foot drop to a pile of evil gravel. There was blood gushing out of my knee. In less then a few seconds my whole leg & shoe was red. I even left a blood trail

I walked into the house & mom freaked out.. I could have cared less until the proxide, I still remember screaming at the top of my lungs. My friend even stayed there to comfort me. I should have gotten stitches, but I refused & hobbled off hehehe