ms gilman somehow i posted this on my other blog that wasn't working i will explain it to you tomorow.

So, before i moved here in eighth grade, i used to ride motocross. and i would do it pretty much every weekend, unless there was something really important happening. There was one thime earsly in the year that i went to a track, and it was a rainy muddy day. we had woke up late that day, and with that and the weather things just werent working out. we finally got there, and i had no practice time left, i was just rushing to get to the gates so i could race. Once i was in the starting gates i got stuck btween two people on much bigger bikes,so i knew my start was going to be bad. Once the gtes dropped i was off late and one of the last into the corner. playing catch-up.
I ended up crashing on the first lap. getting rushed to the hospital in an ambulance, i had broken my helmet off of my head. concussion, messed up face, it was bad. The whole morning just seemed to not be working out well at all for me. The whole time i had a feeling it was going to be a bad day, and it was. This should of been a learining experience for me, but as you can see i'm still messing my body up, an i'm living life to the fullest. =]