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As a kid, my father owned a giant mountain bike and I had a little bmx bike. I was getting bored of riding my bike on the street, so I decided to take my dad's bike and go to some hills that wasn't far away from my home. I didn't ride the bike the hills I just pushed it there and up a hill that was as tall as a one story building. The bike was hard to get on, but once I was on the bike was leaning to the left because of my short legs so I had to find a rock to put my foot so the bike would be more balanced. The second I pushed off the rock and started pedaling I immediately got scared, the bike got faster and I thought once the bike hit the flat surface I was going to crash somehow. Instead I lifted my right over to the other side of the bike and I jumped off.  I didn't land in sand, I landed on a big flat rock which broke my pinkie, ring, and middle finger on my left hand and cut open arm and a busted lip. My punishment was having to take the undamaged bike back with my injuries and having to deal with my dad.