I recently remembered this experience from when I was 12. One fine summer day, I was riding my bike down my street with some friends. Without a care in the world, what could my young self have to worry about? Certainly not the large beam that sat menacingly between my legs, as it goes with riding a bike. I came across some sort of bump in the road, and it didn't seem like anything that would be a problem. Not even thinking about it, I let my wheel run over it. Suddenly, everything was not…

Alright, I think it's about time to try posting my first story. But first, to give a little bit of background. At my university, I have a female friend (we'll call her Jordan) who I have more or less known since first grade. She is about 5 ft tall, and I am over 6 ft. She is also partially blind. Although we don't spend too much time together, we are quite close and are quick to mess around with playful fighting. Which brings us to this story...

Jordan and I were hanging out…