When I was six, I wanted to make sure mum wasn't lying when she told me that the glass on the fireplace was hot, which resulted in me having no use of my hands for a few weeks....
About the same age I rode down the street (was when kids played on the road with the neighbours) as fast as possible, sitting down, and hit the kerb on purpose hoping without the usual "bunny hop" i'd somehow make it up, flew over the handle bars, landed on my face and grazed up my mouth, nose cheeks, forehead (no helmet) stones sticking out of my arms (lots of road rash) knees torn up......
and everytime I was hurt I was all fixed up by mum, not some A&E clinic......even when I burnt the shit out of my fingers ma. just dealt with it herself.........It wasn't a big deal. I still remember her sending out to play afterwards....back on the road, good on ya mum!
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