Sportin' Wood
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I don't want to hear about your mental trauma, I wanna hear about your crazy childhood injuries and the marks they left.
I have plenty that I collected over the years, each has a story.
My oldest scar is on my left ankle bone. It has served as a reminder of the cost of doing cool stuff my whole life. I got it when I was about five years old, maybe even four.
Dad dragged home one of those Briggs and Stratton powered mini bikes, he picked up used to let me learn how to ride around our ranch. I might have had a helmet, I'm honestly not sure. What I do remember was that it was missing the chain guard that covered the primary on the clutch. You guessed it, I got my shoe lace or pant cuff tangled up in that and it dragged my foot into the assembly at full tilt.
I still can't imagine what my parents were thinking allowing a 4 or 5 year old on that death trap, but damn I sure had fun with it. The funny thing, is dad did not fix the chain guard after my mishap, he simply said, I bet you won't let that happen again. Parenting in the 70s was pretty loosely defined, so that is why us GenXers are feral. The good news is that my Daughter was asking me to find a PW 50 for her 4 year old daughter, so the apple did not fall far from the tree.
Let's hear your story.
I have plenty that I collected over the years, each has a story.
My oldest scar is on my left ankle bone. It has served as a reminder of the cost of doing cool stuff my whole life. I got it when I was about five years old, maybe even four.
Dad dragged home one of those Briggs and Stratton powered mini bikes, he picked up used to let me learn how to ride around our ranch. I might have had a helmet, I'm honestly not sure. What I do remember was that it was missing the chain guard that covered the primary on the clutch. You guessed it, I got my shoe lace or pant cuff tangled up in that and it dragged my foot into the assembly at full tilt.
I still can't imagine what my parents were thinking allowing a 4 or 5 year old on that death trap, but damn I sure had fun with it. The funny thing, is dad did not fix the chain guard after my mishap, he simply said, I bet you won't let that happen again. Parenting in the 70s was pretty loosely defined, so that is why us GenXers are feral. The good news is that my Daughter was asking me to find a PW 50 for her 4 year old daughter, so the apple did not fall far from the tree.
Let's hear your story.