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I wouldn't say I'm a "Risk Taker" how ever I have taken risk in the pass. When I was younger my mom never allowed me to leave the front of the building. It was a summer day and all of my friends were going bike riding in "dead man hill" my mom wasn't around so I figured I'd take my chances and tag along besides I've always wanted to go bike riding in "Dead Man's Hill" that's where all the cool kids went. So we road our bikes up towards the hill and everyone took turns riding down.The hill was so steep and narrow so I was kind of afraid but it was my turn to go and I didn't want to chicken out so I road down the hill and everything was fine until I came across the biggest bump in the road and tumbled all the way down face first. My whole face was destroyed almost unrecognizable there was blood everywhere. Ambulance had came and called my mother. I was more afraid of how she was to react if she knew I went bike riding without permission then the gigantic scar that was left on my face she came and burst into tears when she seen me after it all I've learned a valuable lesson and that was to always listen to my mom because she knows best.