Biking in the Bambesch

When I was 10 years old my father moved my entire family from New York over to Luxembourg. We didn't speak a word of french and my sisters and I had never left the country, not even to go to Mexico or Canada. We grew to like it there, but the first 6 months were a real culture shock. My dad tried to keep up with familiar activities that would make us feel more at home even though we were all the way across the ocean from it. One thing we had done at home was go on bike rides, me, my dad, and my little sister Katie. Emily was too little at the time. So my dad found a cool trail through the woods that is really popular to walk and ride bikes on which was called the bambesch. We went all the time and loved it. At first we were unhappy with the dirt underneath the wheels as compared with the smooth concrete of our driveway back home. But we got used to it and were very excited to go out each weekend.
Well one weekend we went riding the three of us and I got over confident. I Thought that I could ride far ahead of my dad and sister since I knew the way and I was getting so good at riding. Well, needless to say, the front wheel hit a twig. I fell off my bike, and opened my eyes to see that the bike had fallen on top of my tiny ten year old frame. An attempt to move showed me that my handlebar was sticking out of my neck. it slid off me and i put my hand to my neck and saw blood gushing over my shirt and hands from my neck. I was scared by this. I screamed for my dad but it took him some time to get to me as he had been so far behind helping my little sister. I tried to walk the rest of the way home while pushing the bike but the pedal had scraped up my knee pretty bad and it was hard to walk on it.
I remember sitting in the dirt, with the sun going down amiss the trees in the bambesch. I was crying and hurt and scared, and waiting for my dad. It only took him five minutes to get to me, but it felt like an eternity, waiting there in the wilderness. I think that may have contributed to my disinterest in the outdoors now. I am very city oriented. I would rather spend the day in a shopping mall than in the woods, and I am completely turned off by bugs and dirt. I have an appreciation for beaches and i like having trees around, I just don't want to live directly in the woods. However, I do see the beauty in nature. And I know i was fortunate to get to live in Luxembourg and bike in the bambesch.