The time I knew what gravel was.

One day I thought it was a good idea to go down a hill with a cove and fresh gravel on it, I sped down and at high sped then suddenly I realized what was coming it was gravel. I had fallen off then I called up the to my cousin ''don't go'' I looked back, my bike had no brakes they had broken off and so of the fresh gravel had fallen off the track. It was bad luck I had bruises on my nose and on my leg. I wheeled my bike back to mum and dad. It was I time I would never forget.