I had never had a boyfriend before, and finally, I attracted a boy's attention, so we went off-roading for our first date. We met at the Dairy queen in Bella Vista and rode together to meet his friends at the trailhead. He was everything I had imagined, he had the bluest eyes and the most perfect skin, and his friends were actually really nice to me. We rode the trails for about an hour until everything went downhill. As we approached the trail, we looked at each other and decided to walk the trail to make sure it was safe for the jeep. I opened my door, stepped out of the lifted jeep, and took 3 steps, and boom, everything went dark for a second. With the touch of the cold rocks through my favorite shirt which was now ripped, and the smells of burnt rubber on the ground, I was freaking out and couldn't catch my breath, but all of the boys ran to help me up, not knowing what was wrong, they made sure my face wasn't gashed and no one thought to look at my legs until one of them turned around to make sure we were still behind and there was blood gushing down my leg. No one knew what we were going to do, there was no service, we were in the middle of the woods, and we didn't have anything to clean the mud out with or take the rock out of knee with while remaining sanitary.