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I was 2 or 3 (can't remember, should ask my mom tomorrow.) I was sitting on my mom's lap on the couch in the living room while my dad sat in the kitchen and assembled a ride-on pedal-powered buldozer/backhoe that they had gotten for me. I tried to get up and walk over to him, but my right leg hurt too much to hold my weight.
There are no pictures of this, I've looked through the photo albums, and nobody told me about it. I'll check tomorrow to see if mom remembers what time of year it was and why my leg hurt so much.
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