A Dare Devils Story

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A Dare Devils Story When I was two years old my younger brother Harrison was born. On the day he was born I knew I had to become tough to impress him in any way I could. When Harrison became of age to talk and compete, I began the vicious cycle of proving just how tough and courages I was to him, my friends, and my parents as well. The first time I got severely hurt doing something dare devilish was when I was five years old. My parents had bought a piece of land with a house that needed a lot of work. As my family was working on the house one day, I decided to explore the outbuildings. In one of the outbuildings was a bunch of logs shaped perfectly to be a balance beam. I decided to test my balance on one of these. As I was doing so I tripped on an outward sticking nail and nearly gouged out my eye on another. Luckily, I landed on the nail less than an inch above my eye. I had cut a sizeable gash in my eyebrow which deserved stitches and left a sweet scar. I had learned my lesson not to balance on logs. From then on I stayed away from logs, but there were many new things to try and explore. Harry and I had gotten into riding bikes and scooters after that. I remember trying to impress the neighborhood kids by seeing just how close I could get to the curb and their mailboxes before stopping. Harrison and I would have contests to see whose skid marks were longer. We would compete to see who could run over the biggest object. Competition was tight in between us. When my family moved out to our country house, my dad decided to poor a foundation for a garage that would be built four years down the rode. On this foundation there was a three foot drop off from one floor to another. This is where I first fell in love with becoming air born. We mainly used bikes and scooters; I tried out rollerblades once. After defeating the three foot jump I

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