Ground beats face.

Well I feel like I got hit by a truck.  I picked a fight with the ground yesterday and I lost. It started off as a nice ride with dad. We were heading up the hill to ride some single track. We were literally just feet away from the trails when my foot clipped some old fencing hidden in the brush and I went down. Face smacked the ground, thankfully I landed in a pretty soft spot with no rocks. It it was instant pain. Dad was a ways ahead of me so I had to scream for him to come back. He decided to call my mom to come and get me. From that point on for the next 20 or so minutes I don't really remember anything. We had to ride from where I crashed about a mile or so to where my mom was getting me. Once we got there I started to remember things, but I still don't remember getting there. Thankfully there is not much damage. As far as I know my bike is ok as well as my helmet and glasses. My face has a few scratches and I am a bit sore, but nothing broken thank goodness. What a great way to spend a Saturday.