I remember...

I remember a lot of things.

I remember this one time when I was little, I used to live on the bottom of a hill. In our neighborhood, not a lot of cars passed through it. Now, when I was little, I was a daredevil. Along with my cousin, we'd go do some crazy thing. This one time (ironically, I'm listening to one time. lame, i know)I was riding my bike and to get to my cousins house, I'd have to go all the up the hill. The hill is not steep, but it's still on a slant. Once I got to his house, I decided I wanted to go down the hill faster. I was on top of the hill, right in the middle of the street. I stared the road below and thought to myself, this is going to be crazy fun. I started to pedal and my speed gradually rose. I went faster and faster to the point where I couldn't pedal anymore. An intersection was ahead of me. Remembering the few cars that passed through there, I decided to slow down. Keep in mind, this was in the Philippines and my bike was a hand-me-down. I clutched the only brakes that I had and were only for the front wheel. In a second, the back end of the bike lifts up in the air and shortly after the rest of the bike followed. My whole body goes flying into a back flip. After two seconds, my butt hits the pavement. I looked around thinking to myself what just happened. Got up, got my bike, and SLOWLY, walked back to my house. I will never forget that moment.