Many decades have passed since I last dirtied my knees as I knelt in the sandbox, or bruised myself by falling too hard on the ground after being hit with imaginary bullets. The most serious injury I ever got as a child (and it was a real injury), was when I leaned too far back in my chair while playing tea party with my sisters, and banged my head on my dad’s truck bumper. Did I ever learn my lesson and not play with girls again? No way. Once I became a teenager, however, I did sustain many a broken heart from some of those same pig-tailed girls that I use to chase.
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