Then one day, I was 10 years old again! I was on my bike in a field, looking at a big hill up ahead. I remembered racing over it and wiping out on the other side, breaking my arm.
But even knowing this, I couldn’t resist. I pedaled hard, flew over the hill and broke my arm again.
And so I began reliving my life. I could now make better choices, but I didn’t, and I don’t know why.
