When I was 4, I went to the dirt track next to my house. I was on my bike with stabilisers and went to the top of a rather high hill. At the bottom was a little bump with a big puddle after it. My dad was behind me and he was supposed to slowly ride down the hill with me but I was confident about it and as soon as possible I started to pedal. I gradually sped up and just as I was about to hit the bump I flew into the puddle! I remember  looking at myself in the mirror and I was covered in dirt!