A true story from my life

Whenever I look at a big scar on my leg and my shoulder, the memories about that accident just come back to me. Just like a flashback, every moment is so clear and so real. “Jimmy, do you want to ride my motorbike or not.” my dad said in hurry. For the first time, I was going to ride my dad motorbike. That night was the 1st March in 2009, I was turning to 15 and my dad thought I have been old enough to ride a motorbike by myself. It’s was about 7h30, I wanted to finish dinner as fast as possible so I can show my dad, who is the real driver. As I wish, I have finished my dinner before anybody in my family did. I took my dad motorbike’s key, wore my helmet put on a jacket and I was ready to go. I can felt the power of my father motorbike; it’s like a blue horse with yellow decoration on it. My dad always warning me that to control yourself because the motorbike wont control for you. I heard it like many times when I try to ride my father’s motorbike. I remember every single word in the sentence. In my mind, a big sentence appears so clearly just like the light bolt of Einstein. “It’s Okay dad, I can handle that.” Sit on the motorbike’s saddle, my hands both put on the clutch lever. I was like the hero prepare for the most important war. My right hand starts off the motorbike by pulling the clutch lever down while my left pull the trigger. Before my dad said something else, I release the trigger to free the wild horse inside this motorbike. Like a flash, the motorbike run through the wind, cut all the air on it way. I can felt the wind running through my face. In that moment I thought that I can beat the speed of bullet, even the speed of light can’t have the speed like me. From nowhere, a car crossed my way, that sentence that my father spoke now appear again in my mind. But everything now was too late, my hands were freezing, a complicate math problem appears in my head and I had no way to solve it. BAM, I felt of the motorbike and rolling on the road. Luckily, I’m still alive but my legs were full of blood, my shirt was tearing out and my shoulder had a deep long cut. I can’t believe that I wasn’t died that time. My dad run toward me and shout out loud “JIMMY”. I was banned to touch that motorbike again, but if I wasn’t banned, I will have no guts to touch it again.

This video is not my " accident " but it is kinda similar