I DIDN'T DIE

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As you could probably tell, I'm back from dirtbiking

I didn't die, obviously, but I believe there were many times I could have

Where my luck wouldn't let me die, it did in fact let me accidentally hurt myself. Only bumps and scrapes, don't worry.

My bike 'fell' a total of 4 times, 6 If you count the 2 times I almost fell

Along the journey, I found a new side of myself

The side that absolutely

Positively

Certainly

Without a doubt

Whole heartedly

Despises

Rocks

Rocks. The stupid things that got me hurt 1/4 of the time

I hate rocks, and everything linked to them. Sand. Dirt. Mud. Crustatians. Everything

Along with all these things, my bike stopped working 1/2 the way to our destination. According to my dad, the fuel had to much oil in it. It literally would not start.

So I rode with my grandparents. It was fun though.

How was everyone else's day?

}♡{~RM

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