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I have a lot of these stories.
When I was 8, I was climbing on a train car with my friend, and the train started moving. We both hung on for dear life, and the train came to a stop in Glenwood Springs. I was scared, crying, and we walked the 30 miles back to his home, and some angry parents.
When I was 13, I played chicken with my sister's good friend, and his truck. One time I pushed it a little too far, and jumped straight up at the last second. I woke up in the bed of his truck with him slapping my face trying to wake me up, I still don't know how long I was out for. There's a lot more of these stupid stories, but these are the first two that come to mind.
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