All these words describe my day today. My family and I went to the Little Sahara desert yesterday and camped overnight. We found this one area with a really steep dune while me and my little, insanely un-frightened sister were on one of our four wheelers today. She and I decided we should try going up it because we had managed to the day before. We thought we'd be able to get going fast enough, and so we decided to go for it. We got almost to the top and then we realized we weren't going to be going any further up, and so we didn the only thing we could. We started rolling backwards, but my little sister, who was driving, got frightened for the first time since she first got on a four wheeler, and she put her foot down on the back brake. So now the back wheels were locked and the front wheels were trying to keep rolling down the dune.
I don't even remember much of what happened next. Suddenly I was on the sand and my little sister went over my head. I knew the four wheeler was going to roll on top of me, but I didn't really understand how freakin' frightening that should have been. Before I knew it the four wheeler had hit me, and then before I could realize what I was doing I had pushed the four wheeler off of me with strength I didn't know I had. Then I just lay there. I didn't notice the pain, I couldn't quite hear my littlest sister and my mom screaming, and I didn't quite know where I was. It's scary now that I think about it.
What pulled me out of the crazy haze I was in was when I felt myself being spun. My step dad had grabbed my ankle and had spun me so my head was up instead of down the dune. I don't think any of my family knew at the point whether I was conscious or not. I was now aware that my mom had jumped off her four wheeler and was running the distance toward me. Apparently my sister had managed to get up on her own and was perfectly fine. She was sobbing of course, mostly because she was afraid she had hurt me, and that our parents were disappointed in her. I managed to sit up and saw my mom by me. She was furiously asking me if I was ok, and I believe she yelled at my sister for trying to get us up the dune. I told her, and everyone else, that I was just fine. I didn't feel any pain.
The next thing I knew I was back on the four wheeler behind my sister and we were headed back to camp. The flag on our four wheeler had busted and my step dad had to fix it before we could do anymore riding. I realized as we rode back to camp that the side of my leg was bruised. It hurt every time I bumped it.
We went the rest of the day without much of an incident. My leg hurts, my back hurts, my wrist hurts, my neck hurts, and I know it's just going to be so much worse tomorrow, but I think I'll be ok.
Everyone be aware though, I'm going to be in an awfully grumpy mood tomorrow.
