Bad+Day3

Who new such a beautiful day could go so badly. One hot summer day in the country at my dads house, I was outside riding my go-cart without a shirt or helmet because it was breezy and felt nice and cool.

My sisters boyfriend John was throwing gravel (rocks) at me while I was riding the go-cart. When he was throwing rocks at me I was turned around laughing at him because he kept missing.

And then all of a sudden...Bam I hit a tree.

When I hit the tree I smashed my face against the hard, silver, metal steering wheel and my nose started bleeding. I could taste the blood on my tongue. Then I looked down and seen a big bloody gash right in the middle of my chest from rubing it on the steering wheel.

Then when I got out of the go-cart I was told later that I fell on the ground unconsious, so John had to pick me up and carry me inside. When I was inside I gradually woke up to see my dad putting neosporine on my face and chest.Then he wrapped my chest with an Acebandage.

After I was all cleaned up my dad, John and I went outside to see how damaged the go-cart and the tree were. When we seen my dad and John started laughing because the go-cart wasn't damaged and the tree just lost some bark but not to bad. Then they looked at me and I was the worst damaged out of both of them. But the lesson I learned from this funny but painful incident was always wear a seatbelt and helmet but most important watch out for trees!