The worst and the best day of my life AMBER BOUTTE The worst and the best day of my life I had a ruff childhood I used to play with the boys and ride my friend bike. Then the best and the worst thing happened to me. I got a new bike it was pink and purple fifteen-speed bike. I was so happy not knowing that that bike was going to bring me so much pain. That bike abused me multiple times in my time of having it hears my story. The first day I had my bike I was riding it up and down the street with all the children on my street. We all were at the top of the street and ready to go down counted to three for everyone to go. I was in the lead and everybody was behind me. It was a hot summer day it was about one hundred degrees outside. I was screaming and happy because of my new bike. I thought I was so cool with my new bike. We were close to the end of the street; the street end of our street is a cul de sac and my friend Carnesha’s house is at the end of the street. So we were coming down the street. Her brother was catching up with me so I speed up. I thought I could stop in the grass so when I got to the grass, I couldn’t stop and crashed into her garage window. I laid there for a couple of minute. Then my friend caught up with me she was laughing she was mad at The first day I had my bike I was riding it up and down the street with every child on our street. We me because she thought her dad was going to mad at her. In the past I had many accidents with her