Okay, I was 6 and playin' with my dinky toys in the sandbox. I'd made this really neat racetrack with a big hill in it. My little racecar flew up the hill and across the driveway where it got flattened by my mom drivin' home with the groceries. Boy, I was glad I wasn't in that car!
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"Do not resent growing old. Many are denied the privilege" Irish proverb
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