When I was little I had a bad habit of always biting my nail because I liked the feeling and the taste. People would always ask why is that nail different from the others and I tell them that I just keep biting on it all the time and parts of the nail would fall of and change shape. Well one day the worst thing happened to this nail that I would never forget. One Saturday afternoon my family and me decided to ride bikes at a long trial about 20 miles in Milford because we were bored and we had nothing to do. When we got to this trail I saw a man with his son on his shoulders, crying walking out because the little kid fell of his bike and broke his arm. I got very scared for a second because I had a feeling that something was going to happen to me. Well my brother and me decided to have a race down a rocky road to a river and first one there gets to buy the winner an ice cream, so we raced. My brother and me were very competitive against each other in everything especially video games, but this time I beat him very badly. When we got down to the river we saw this beautiful of the woods that really caught my eye, but we had to go. When me an my brother went back to see my parents, we saw a little girl on the floor and it was my sister who just fell off her bike because of the steep edge, I got even more scared and that bad feeling came back to me. My brother decided he wanted to race me again because he really wanted to beat me this time, so we raced again