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When I was about 5 or 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 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. 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 their lives, and then SPLAT. In retrospect, that was my first existential crisis.