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When I was around 5 or 6 years old, my mom and stepdad got my sister and me bikes for Easter. After church, they asked, “Do you want to learn how to ride them?” And I was like, “Duh??”. I had finally gotten the hang of it and I was riding around the circle showing off. My mom told me to “say cheese,” so I glanced at her for a second, and I FUCKING CRASHED 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. Looking back, that was my first existential crisis.