Young children often have curiosity and tendency to
explore things around them, however, their experiences and knowledge are
sometimes not in the stage to recognize what is dangerous or improper. Therefore,
they could be easily exposed to the risk of having accidents.
I am one of those children who experienced many
accidents, whether it is a stair falling, floor slipping, or bicycle crashing. However,
there was one unfortunate event that I could clearly remember since every time
I look into the mirror, an almost unnoticeable tiny white scar on my right
cheek catches my attention and reminds me of the bicycle crash which occurred
when I was 7 years old.
The day of the incident has a nice, sunny afternoon
that I and my two neighborhood friends joyfully decided to go for a ride. We
pedaled around the village, which is located near Suan Dusit Rajabhat
University. Still, that day was different as we agreed to throw a race between
the three of us.
The racetrack was the road in front of the university
because there were no vehicles passing at the time. We supposed that the
starting point was the store while the finish line is at the end of the road. It
was a very short distance, but we were really excited to be the winner of the
competition. The three of us slowly biked to the starting point, and started to
ride with our fullest speed as my friend said ‘go’. I did not think about
anything else besides imagining that I was a formula 1 driver. It was a
nail-biting match. Unluckily, my friend who is the tallest person among us
arrived at the finish line first. As she turned the bicycle to see who was the
first runner up, it is when the mishap had happened.
Time slowed down and every detail was recorded frame
by frame, I avoided crashing her bicycle by instantaneously grabbing both hand
brakes. I thought I could safely stop the bike, however; I found myself flying
through the air, fell on the ground, and passed out for a couple minutes. I
woke up feeling quite dizzy, and could not feel any pains, so I tried to push
my bike back home. Yet, one student from the university saw me and offered to
take me home. I was surprised by his shocked reaction after saying I was doing
all right to him. I indeed did feel fine. I calmly rode back home and was taken
to the hospital immediately after my parents saw me.
There were huge wounds on my right cheek and on my
left shoulder as I slid down the road. It took several months to be completely healed;
still it left a tiny scar on my face. After the accident, I became aware and
bike more safely.