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Shaman reminded me of a time when i had a job at the first farm i ever worked at. one of my workmates had learning difficulties so we both cycled to work. anyway, he had been cycling for longer than i'd been alive and knew how to handle his bike, so while we were riding to the shop for dinner he jumped up a curb. sounds easy enough, and i thought i'd do it 'no problem'. i did it alright, but then smashed my bike into a brickwall and fell forwards off the seat where the bar of the bike met my bollocks harshly. my work mate couldnt stop laughing and to make it worse someone saw what i did and asked if i was alright. i replied 'Yes, but my balls hurt'. in a squeaky voice.
i also rode over a brick whilst not paying attention to the path and exactly the same thing happened. that was while i was working at the same place as well. someone up there didnt like me then.
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This reminded ME of something.
We used to live at a sort of farm. No animals other than two cats and dogs.
We had a LONG ASS driveway, and one day I was cycling on said driveway. I had the bright idea to shove both of my feet into the front wheel to see what could happen. I was going pretty fast, so naturally the bike flew forward and either flipped around all the way or fell over; I can't remember. I was fine, but it was damn scary.
Another time on said farm, a drill or some power tool wasn't working, so I went to the extension cord. Said extension cord was bound together by some gun-tape up around the middle. I took both sides of the cord beside the gun tape and shoved them together. Something blew up and my thumb was burned. At least I didn't die.
ALSO, the farm had a barn, and when we had relatives visiting, my cousins and I would climb up into the loft and jump onto the huge piles of hay two stories down. It was rotten, musty, and had to be coated with Pigeon and Bat shit. I loved that place.