1960,I was riding through the woods going 90. About 20 meters away I could see a rock. It was wet that day so I couldn’t really stop because the ground was really muddy. Before I hit the rock I jumped off and fell into the most disgusting puddle ever. I got up and wiped the mud off my face and eyelids. And that’s when I saw it. My bike was in the tree not too far away. I mustn’t have realised how fast I was going. What was I going to tell my mom?