Right now I'm....

[Queenie]

I remember when I was like in 3rd grade and my friend and I were chasing a firetruck through our neighborhood and it went down what we called the big dipper. Of course we promptly ensued and started to outrun the firetruck cause it was turning at the bottom of the hill. I freaked out (I was on the back, we were doubling) and I hit the brakes and she wasn't braced and went over the handlebars and hit the pavement, face first. Of course then we hit a ditch (concete drainage type) and my knees got all effed up. They had to take her to the hospital, and I had to limp home and try to bandage my wounds before my mom found out about it.

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i'da sprayed ya with the hose

Oh hell that's right. . . you're a fireman. When I posted that story, I seriously had forgotten that. So, do you have many 8 year olds chasing you on bikes down hills?