[Quiet Man Cometh]

No issues with rocks despite the fact that I would routinely play in gravel pits and one area that was all unfinished rock foundation. Mostly I think I just got skid marks.

My crowning childhood achievement was attempting a flip on the monkey bars (sitting on top, leaning over and grabbing the bars from underneath and flipping over), but I overextended my reach and basically trebuchet'd myself into the back fence. I lived. Nobody saw, but they might have heard the reverberating echo from the impact.

My cousin bailed on his bike and my aunt was picking denim threads from his jeans out of his knees for a bit.