My Crazy Fall
It was about three years ago when I was sixteen. I lived in a very small town in Texas where I was born. I was in love with this guy, Jarrod. He was so cute and so funny. We went for a walk and were talking for a while. I got so caught up over him that I missed the huge rock in front of me and totally tripped over it. I flew about three feet and then fell on my knees. My knees were so bloody that he had to take me home. I will never forget that!
— Bridgette, 19