Six-wheeler trouble

It happened... only last summer... But what happened, you may ask? I will tell you... I got into the most biggest trouble I have ever gotten into. Well, not exactly the biggest trouble I have gotten into, but it was some pretty big mess.

You see, last summer I was at my aunt's house; it was a nice day, fresh air, the summer sun burning me to a crisp. Soon my uncle brings out his six-wheeler for us to ride. Later, he lets me drive the six-wheeler because my cousin wouldn't let me ride the rad dirt bike.

While I was riding the six-wheeler, my cousin yelled my name, and for a blink of an eye I turn around, and before I knew it, I was face to face with a trailer, right in front of me! My heart was pounding. I didn't know what to do. It felt like I could not pull the brake, so I did what I had to do... I jumped off just like the movies do.

I looked up and I saw it blow up! But it didn't explode, it went under the trailer and the pieces were flung everywhere. Then I saw my mom running up to get me, and then everything went silent. The next thing I know I was rushed through the hospital and I was in pain.