mdr080480
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ORIGINAL: mdr080480 Getting a bicycle at age 5 or 6, riding it and getting hit by a car. The hit part wasn't so much a favorite memory, the awesome scar/scab I had on the side of my face was, as was the string of profanity I got away with immediately following. Oh, and the flying through the air part was fun until my head dented a bumper of a parked car. That was a favorite memory, because since then, before that even, no matter what's thrown at me, or what tries to kill me, I keep pushing forward. The beginning of the Masochistic nature?? Hmmm??? I think the beginning of my masochistic nature began when I was a little younger and fell face first off my mom's Pinto, or perhaps it was the time I climbed 20 feet up a 40 foot ladder and fell on my ass when I was even younger. I was quicker when I was younger, and I bounced very well. And thanking my guardian angels and knocking on wood, the only serious injury I've ever had is a cracked collarbone.
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