Did I ever tell you guys about the time.. I was around 12 and pushing a friend of mine around in a shopping buggy. We were in the parking lot of the supermarket and as a gag I thought I would pretend to run him off of a little grass hill. I rolled the buggy down the grass about a quarter of the way ignoring his franting shrieks. Well enough is enough I thought with a grin and started to pull him back up. Well.. backwards, up grass, with the weight of his buggy, I suddenly realized that perhaps in 5 or so years I'd have enough strength to do it.
So I let go.
Over and over the buggy (and I) flipped, to land at the bottom in a bruised heap. I remember the eerie silence, the distant laughing of surprised spectators, and my furious running as my friend chased me all the way home. Good times. Good times. That was in middle school.
What's my point? Nothing. Figured this was as good a spot as any to have no point though.