*Flash Back*
/me shudders
I was just learning to ride a 2 wheel bicycle, I lived on a dead-end street so it was perfect for kids to ride bikes, play, run
At one end of the street was the 'woods', an area between my street and the next that had nothing a lot of trees and bushes. The other end was the 'field', an elementry school baseball field. My house was pretty much in the middle of both the woods and field.
Did I mention there was a chain that went from one side of the field to the next? Not really sure why it was there, it didn't stop people from going there nor did it stop animal from getting on the field and doing their 'business'. Well, the day I learned to ride my bike, I figured out why that chain was there.
This was my time to shine, to show my dad that I could do what he had been teaching me. I climbed on the bike, dad was holding it up. Dad held it steady as I started to peddle off, he ran along side for a few feet then let go. Wooo hooo, look at me, I'm riding a 2 wheel bike all by myself
I was heading toward the 'field', no cars on the street, no kids that I remember, I was just gliding along.
As I approached the field I some how forgot how to use the brakes. I also forgot to turn the wheel.
Remember the chain I mentioned that went across the field? That chain just happen to be about neck/throat level for me
Since I had forgotten to use the brakes and/or turn the wheel, I rode right into that chain. The bike continued on into the field while I landed on my back with the marks of that chain on my throat.
Oh, childhood memories *shudder*