When I was about 5/6 my mom and stepdad bought my sister and I bikes for Easter. After church they were like "do you wanna learn how to ride them?" And I was like??? Duh?? I had finally gotten the hang of it and I was riding around the circle showing off, and 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. A parked car that I didn't even see, like at all, so I just rammed into this car and I fell off my bike and I was crying and all I could think about was "this must be how bugs feel" like they're flying around living life and then SPLAT. Looking back that was my first existential crisis
