I'll start this off.

I remember one summer...one of the best summers of my life. I was about 15, and I stayed for almost a week at my best friend's house in East Stroudsberg, PA. We would leave the house around 9 with a little bit of change, and ride all over town on our bikes. We'd jump them, and race and do wheelies, and stuff. We'd ride until dinner time, and come home to eat. Those were some great times.

There was this one time when we had riding like all day, and we were racing in the acme parking lot, and I was SO in the lead. You know how when you ride bikes really fast, you end up swinging the bike side to side beneath you? Well, I was doing that, when I hit a Giant patch of loose gravel, and totally wiped out. I ended up with gravel under my fingertips, and my knee was all shredded. So I ripped off part of my pants, and used it as a tourniquet, and kept riding. Then the very next day I fell off a jump and ripped up my leg somewhere else. But despite that, it was a great summer.

I also got to jump on a big trampoline for the first time that summer--but that's a whole different story.