I remember

I remember that time when I first fell off my bike! It was horrible...I can never forget that fall! It runs through my head every time I'm riding a bike. You should have seen it! I thought I was so good at doing tricks with my bike like doing a wheely, standing on top of the seat, riding the bike with no hands, and twisting the handle bars when I'm in the air! Alright it was on November 17th of 2003...I know your probably thinking how do I still remember this! LOL. Well this fall wasn't just any regular fall...IT WAS MASSIVE! I got cuts on my hands, knees, arms, and part of my chin! It all started on a bright sunny day when I went to go play cops and robbers on bikes with my neighborhood friends, Tommy, Viet Phi, and Phi Viet! They don't live around the neighborhood anymore but they made my childhood very memorable. So, I was a robber using my old bmx bike from Canadian Tire right...I was alone with no cops (Viet Phi and Phi Viet) around to run away from...I thought hmmm let's try out some tricks I've seen on TV! I gained speed and looked for those bumps on a sidewalk that could give me some air...I then found one 5 houses down my house and tried the twisty handle bars and landed the front wheel sideways! So, I went flying and landed on the front side of my body! I didn't cry or anything...I just felt embarrassed and went home because there were people looking at me and I called up the guys and told them I had to leave because it was dinner time...LOL well that was a fail!

Hell No!

Hello I guess ill be talking about hell no......SERIOUSLY! What kind of topic is this? I'm so confused right now................................................................................................................Okay this is how I'm going to start............................Back in gr.10 when I lived on fraser at my old house, I had parties, hang outs, eat, do homework, basically my life held at that house! When I heard we're going to demolish it and have to move out for several months I was like "HELL NO! I don't want to go through all that moving especially because it's almost time for finals exam and I have to study!" My parents obviously didn't care what I had to say because I already saw some boxes in my room labeled "Paul's clothes" another would be "Paul's Helmets/ Sports junk" I was very sad and emotional that I had to leave the house where I spent most of life at! It's hard for some people to move out at a location where it's easy for friends and classmates to take public transit. That's why my friends always came over and hung out. However, I'm over it now because its been already 6 months since I left my old house. My dad rented out a basement on main and 23rd which was fine with me because I have other friends who live close in that area as well. But at the time when my parents just decided to demolish the house and renovate the whole thing was so bogus because me and my brother had no say into making their decision!!