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  • I’m not sure if I actually remember this, or if I remember the story that it happened.

    I fell out of a car and broke my leg when I was 1.

    My mother’s youngest brother was 8 years old and holding me in the backseat of the car. These were the days before car seats. While we were still in the parking lot, the door opened and my uncle and I fell out of the car and I broke my leg.

    I remember being in the cast...forever.
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