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Zach Peters

My name as you can very well guess is Zach, i was born is Kansas City, Mi, in 1996, the first home i can remember living in was in Kansas City, our little town house was about 2 stories tall with a basement, and the couch in the basement i can remember looked like the screen of a T.V. that lost signle, just alot of tiny black and whit dots scattered all over it. i remember my dad driving me around the neighbor hood with his red honda 4-wheeler. That is mostly all i can remember way back when i was just learing to walk. Now im in my latest home, out in the country, my favorite place, i cant stand the city, because all i hear on the news i bad things happening there, crime, murder, theft, kidnaping, about everything im paranoied about. The country is a nice quiet place and almost nothing bad happens.

The worst thing that has happened at my house was when i got 2nd degree burns on my hand from me accidently falling on my wood buring stove, the pain i felt was the worst in my life, after i burned my hands i kept my hands on the cold windows because i was scared of the amount of pain...and i had good reason because my told me to just sit on the couch and tough it out, it hurt so bad, i was actually crying from it and usually nothing makes my cry, just for about 3 or 4 straight hours this was going on, i went to the doctor the next day ( i dont know why my parents didnt take me when first got hurt) and i had giant blisters on my left and right hand on my palm, i was whereing bandages for about a month.

My seconde worst injury was when i was riding my dirt bike and i was only where shorts and sandals because i was swimming earlier, i was going 30 mph down my gravel road (mostly 1 in. rocks covered the road where i crashed) and i just feel and when tumbling down the road, i had road rash and skin was just torn from my body with in seconds, the pain was bad, but the worst part was having to wash my wounds, the stinging was emence, i swear i looked like a zombie, i was limping and i had blood poring out of me and i was groaning from pain, i wanted to go to the hospitle but nope, parents wouldnt take me there for some reason, i was whereing bandages for like a couple weeks, i took extra long for my knee to heal up, because i was waterskiing on my pond while my dad was pulling my on this 4-wheeler and i got too close to land and i fell and scraped my knee and it was bleeding again, my dads friend had to get some bandages from his car to put on my knee to make it stop bleeding.