James Litzsinger 1James LitzsingerMr. NeubergerENG Comp. 101-1301 March 2012Descriptive EssayMy Scooter Wreck It was around the year 2001, but I remember like it was yesterday. I lived at the end of the road in an apartment complex in Nixa. The apartment building I lived was the fourthapartment building down the road. The concrete road was about two-hundred yards long and ithad a small slope to it. My friends and I used to ride our scooters to the top and then race to theend of the street.
I can’t even count how many times we would do that every day.
All I did wasplay outside. It was a perfect day. We played basketball and dodge ball as the cool spring breezeblew. The sky was baby blue and the clouds were as white and puffy as cotton balls. The sunpierced through the clouds like a knife through butter. Thinking back at the sun, my grandma
used to tell me that when the sun shined through the clouds like that it meant “angels werecoming down from heaven.”
My brother had just come out to play with us, and we started to ride our scooters. Werode them up to the top of the road and lined up for the race. My brother counted down,
“3... 2…1… GO!” I dash
ed passed my sluggishly paced pals into first place. I had the lead by about fiftyfeet. I was about halfway down the road when I realized that I was on a straight path to a gravelpatch. My wheels wobbled while I tried to steer away but it was too late to do anything about it. Ihit the gravel at full speed and flew off of my scooter head first as if I was diving into a pool. I
tried putting my hands out to try to keep my face from looking like hamburger meat, but it didn’t