Hit by a Motercycle

Today, I got hit by a motorcycle.  We had stopped and gotten out of the car to see this big statue.  We crossed the street to get a better look at it.  There was this little goat on the side walk, so while my mom, sister, and my brother Ben, crossed back to the side of the street the car was on, I took a picture of it.  Then my brother Nathan and I started to cross the street.  We looked left and saw some rickshaws coming in the distance, but we didn’t think to look right.  In America, everyone drives on the right side of the road, but here, everyone drives on the left.  So we were not used to looking right.  When we walked out on to the road I looked to the right for a slit second and saw the motorcycle right before it hit us.  It didn’t hit us straight on, but the edge slammed into my side and turned me just as I watched it hit Nathan, who was standing next to me.  My sister Kayla turned around right as it hit us, and freaked out.  Nathan and I were both stunned.  We cautiously walked back to the car and got in.  We were both fine. Nathan had a few scratches, but none of them bad.  It was very scary, and now I will be a lot more careful when we cross the street.