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When I was around 5 or 6 years old, my mom and stepdad got my sister and me bikes for Easter. After church, they said, “Do you want to learn how to ride them?” And I was like, “Of course!”. I finally got the hang of it and was riding around the circle, showing off. My mom was like “say cheese” so I look over at her for a second and I FUCKING RAM INTO A CAR AT FULL SPEED. It was a parked car that I didn’t even see, so I just rammed into it, fell off my bike, and started crying, thinking, “this must be how bugs feel”. Like they’re flying around, living their lives, and then SPLAT. Looking back, it was my first existential crisis.