I would ride alone on the sidewalk,
But,
One turn was made too quickly.
The earth made contact with me,
My hands and knees were on fire.
I limped my way home,
The comfort of my mom was a lie.
She used water and rubbed alcohol on my wounds,
Increasing the heat from the fiery pain.
I didn’t trust my tri-bike anymore after that,
You could say I wasn't trying hard enough.