The Gen X Check-in thread over in Chat will bring a tear to your eye if you liked that.
While quite young I almost lopped off my left big toe on a Big Wheel bc there were no shoes or supervision, only superhero adrenaline powering a glorious machine. My friend’s mom only came outside bc of the screaming.
I can still see the red waterfall of blood swirling in her white porcelain kitchen sink where she administered 70’s era first aid via the cold water faucet. My toe is still jacked up from that.
I digress, again.