My First Bike Wreck

So, I've been riding my bike for a couple of years now and never had a wreck of any kind or even fallen off, until today. This morning, Mike organized our annual Memorial Day bike ride which is typically a shorter ride with kids invited. There were about 8 of us riding. We took a turn down a steep bike path that happened to be wet, muddy, and slick. In front of me were four bikes, and we were all taking it pretty slow because it was steep. The first two made it down without falling, but then Dalin Russel, on of my seminary students last year, skidded out of control and wrecked at the bottom of the hill, then Kelli, my Relief Society President, lost control and skidded on her helmet and hand down the path. I headed into a mess of bikes and riders, and luckily didn't collide with any of them, but I did have to swerve into the muddy grass on the side of the path where I laid my bike down and sort of toppled over it and one other bike. I have a big goose egg on my left shin and several other pretty good bruises on my legs.
I've always wondered what it would be like when I finally wrecked for the first time, because I hate the idea of falling off of anything or getting hurt in any way. Really, the anticipation was worse than the actual event. The other two riders were essentially alright too, with a few cuts and bruises. We all sort of laughed about it in the end and realized how lucky we were not to end up in a pile on top of each other. Kelli said, "At least it happened after we got in our 13 miles. If that had happened after five miles, I would have been mad!" I guess the battle scars are more "worth it" if you got in a good ride. It was a good ride, and memrable for sure!