How I broke my arm

For my eighth birthday, Greg bought me a new bike, a Huffy dirtbike. I was so excited I couldn't wait to ride it. Two of my friends went home and grabbed their bikes, and we went out riding in some trails near the park. There was a large mound of dirt someone had dumped there a long time ago and over the years kids had made a ramp out of it. As I went down the far side I lost control and flew over the handlebars of my new bike, bending the wheel and cracking the bone in my upper arm. I somehow limped home with the bone sticking out of my arm. It took months before I was able to ride that bike again.