My first crash happened on a normal day. Track day has become a family affair, especially for me and my dad.It began as a warm winter morning practice session. I was still a novice rider but was very curious so we went to tracks and learned the tricks of riding.My dad explained the basics to me, and I was off.The first few sessions went well, I was able to complete the first half of the day without any problems.The afternoon session came next.Because I was a bit too confident about my abilities, it became easier to speed into corners and ignore actual lines and markers.It happened eventually that I was a little too confident about my abilities and started to accelerate into corners, disregarding actual lines and markers. The bike was also quite cranked.Although it didn't lose grip, I felt a terrible tank slapper. Despite being a lightweight bike, the momentum was strong and I was thrown from the bike onto the grass.I was not injured but have had a fear of tankslaps since.