When I was in seventh grade, my brother and I had to find our own ways to track practice. He chose to ride his bike. I guess it's a good time to mention my brother is autistic and bipolar to name a few. I got a ride home and once I was home my friend called me and told me that he had seen my brother laying on the road with ambulances all around. He got hit by a car. I thought he might have been dead. I called my mom and told her, and she started freaking out on the phone. So I thought it would be a good idea to go check on him. I got on my bike to see if he was ok and not a block away from my house I smashed into a truck. My brother and I both sat in the emergency room together. I broke my leg, but he was completely fine. I think it is the most stupid decision I have ever made to this day.