The story begins on Saturday when Dad starts watching BMX bike riders on T.V. You know the ones where they are jumping off GIANT ramps and do oh, I don't know, three or four flips before landing...sounds cool right? Well, SAM sure thought so...I believe his words were something like "I should try that!". So, what does Dad do? He configures some sort of mini ramp for him to "jump" off of...obviously I'm NOT HOME! All of this ends harmlessly enough before I get home...no bruises, no cuts, no nothin'. Fast forward to Sunday...Dad's at work and Sam is riding his bike around the house, up and down the drive way...nothing major. And most importantly there were no "ramps" in sight...sounds harmless, right? WRONG! Next thing I know Sam's crying walking his bike up the driveway, blood running down his leg and a gash under is knee. The crying stops in about a minute and the blood stops about the same time but, the gash seems a little wide...urgent care here we come. After a few hours of enjoying the ambiance of the St. Francis Regional Medical Center Sam gets ONE stitch while screaming bloody murder throughout the process...seriously you would have thought they were amputating his leg! I'm not sure I emphasized that enough it was ONE STITCH...ONE LOUSY STITCH. Then after anouncing, to no one in particular, on his way out how brave he ways (you've got to be kidding me!) we headed to Dairy Queen 'cause apparently that makes just about everything better.
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