I was a big bike enthusiast when I was younger. So one time I was coming back from a friends place and thought it would be a good idea to turn around and wave goodbye to my buddy while I was riding down the neighborhood street. Well, this didn't go exactly as planned, for when I finally turned back there was a side-view mirror jutting out from a stationary vehicle just to my right. Needless to say, I smacked my face square into it and landed with a resounding *BAM* on my kneecap. And on top of that, the accident led to my helmet cracking as a result of a few violent somersaults after I made contact with the concrete.
And to rub salt in an open wound, I return home terribly swollen and in tears, and I find my parents rushing about the house because my sister had coincidentally gotten into a car accident just moments before I had my little crash. So they we're stressed, I could barely walk, and one of my siblings was rushed to the hospital. All within a mere couple of minutes, no less!
That day was filled with a set of painful and peculiar unfortunate events.