Anyone who knows me fairly well knows that I am a bit...accident prone. I think that my worst spill happened on roller blades. My first summer in college I went on a date up Provo canyon. (Not with Will) We had hot dogs and roasted marshmallows. Then the next part of the date was to roller blade down the trail. I was the only girl stupid enough to agree to this. As we started to get closer to the parking lot where we had left one of the cars it also started to get darker. Pretty soon it was pitch black. I thought I would speed off in front of the guys to show how fast I was. Since it was dark I didn't realize that the trail I was heading down at full speed was actually a hill. As I started to go faster and faster I tried to figure out the best way to go down. I new that if I tried to stop I would biff it and end up getting road rash all over my body, not to mention the likelihood of cracking my head open. I decided I would just keep going and hope the trail would flatten out and I would slow down. Well instead of flattening out the trail veered to the right, needless to say, I didn't. As I hit the gravel my toes sunk in and I flew forward like superman. I flew in between two metal post that were about 3 feet apart and under a wire that was 2 feet high landing on the other trail. Then I blacked out. Next thing I knew I was surrounded by guys saying "That was awesome!" and "Are you ok?" I was so confused. We skated the rest of the way to the car. Then they washed my wounds down with iodine and told me it wouldn't hurt. It did. When I showed up at my apartment my roommate was about to call the police. She thought one one the guys had beaten me up. That same summer I also burned my leg on a motorcycle, my arm on the oven coil, and cut half of my pinkie toe off. I was acting out because Will left to sell security systems.
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