First Story: I got my first bicycle when I was six. It took me a day to start riding it with training wheels, and another week to ride it without them. I continued to ride over the years, and as a result I have amassed a collection of scars on my knees. I cannot remember how many times my mother had to use her methylated spirit to clean my wounds. At a point, I used to try and hide my wounds because I hated the spirit so much.
Second Story: I’ve only been to an amusement park once in my life. On a random day, my uncle decided to take us out on a treat. I got to go on so many rides! And the cotton candy was so delicious. It was the best I had ever tasted, and probably still is. I remember going into the house of horrors. I was really small then so everything was so scary. I was on the verge of tears after going through it. Thinking back, I’m surprised I was so scared over that.
Third Story: The night of the Mirror Lake Jump was so much fun! It was cold, but the fact that I was jumping in with over a hundred other people made it a whole lot better. That was the first time I had ever really gotten into the whole “Beat Michigan” spirit, and I have to say, I am definitely looking forward to the next Beat Michigan Week.
Those are my three stories. Which one is false?
I say number 2 is the fake story!
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