There were 6 kids in my family. We were dirt poor. So we invented our entertainment. (Dang, Bobert, you musta been rich! You cud erfford cherry bombs!)

There was a steep hill (maybe a 45 degree incline), perhaps 50 feet from top to bottom, near our home. My neighbor would bring his toy cars over and we would run them down the hill. Eventually we decided that the cars need a driver, so we would tie frogs in the seat. Often the cars wrecked, but the frogs always survived, We thought it was a hoot, until mama cought us "mistreating poor helpless frogs".

She told Dad and to teach us a lesson, he tied me in a little red wagon, and pushed me over a cliff, maybe 80 feet from top to bottom.
I was not as tough as the frogs. The first push killed me dead. I never did get over it, and I have been traumatized ever since.

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