As kids we used to run down (tall) hills to see how fast we could go. Someone always fell and rolled down the rest of the way. When it was my turn, I tripped and endo-ed spectacularly. Couple of cartwheels and then barrel rolled the rest of the way. Broke my collar bone. Then had to hike a mile home, up and down hills, over and under fences. And then a couple hours’ drive home.
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As kids we used to run down (tall) hills to see how fast we could go. Someone always fell and rolled down the rest of the way. When it was my turn, I tripped and endo-ed spectacularly. Couple of cartwheels and then barrel rolled the rest of the way. Broke my collar bone. Then had to hike a mile home, up and down hills, over and under fences. And then a couple hours’ drive home.
No one was particularly concerned.
They don’t make kids like they used too.