Well you can judge for yourself. When growing up it was always an adventure. You couldn't go to the bathroom without having someone jump out at you and scare you or go into the kitchen without getting all wet or really enter a room without having a tennis ball thrown at you or actually your head... my head.
We are an interesting family. We like to try new things. Fun things. And one thing my brother once tried was strapping on skates and holding a leash that was attached to a very big Saint Bernard. He says it worked for a while until the dog got tired. Then the dog ran under a car and my brother forgot to let go.
What I'm trying to do reminds me of that story. My brother was brave to do that. It was fun and exciting and though he should have let go earlier, it was a fun ride. Hopefully, my ride will be just as fun and I'll know when to let go... maybe... maybe not. Scars are cool.
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