Not dirt biking

Oh no I'm in a jungle!! I crashed my dirt bike, it's up there on that cliff….
( hey it’s time to wake up) 
(shaking head ) “That was just a dream…?”
“Yeah, what was it?” asked my mom.
“I had a scary dream!”
“What was it about?” She repeated. 
“I crashed my dirt bike in a jungle.”
 “It's ok Ace, you're not in the jungle.”
 “Phew, okay. Do I have a race today?”
“Yes you do.”
 3 hours later,  I just won the race and now I have another one (speakers come on: 30 min until race ) “Okay let’s get ready… 3.2.1 go!” I take off and I’m in the 3rd lap when I crash. I break my arm and I go to the hospital for 3 days. Now I'm scared to race again… 
3 years later, on Christmas morning, I got a dirt bike as a gift, but I haven’t ridden for a long time because I'm scared. Then my friends asked, “Do you ride dirt bikes anymore?” I said no and that was a lie. 
I made it to Loretta Lynns and won. I was the best racer in the world and when I went home there was everyone at my house for autographs. My friend hugged me and said, “Why did you lie?” I said I did not want to be surrounded by people all the time…