I was probably about 5, and my two older brothers stuck me on a full size 10 speed bike. I couldn't reach the pedals but if I leaned forward enough I could barely sit on the seat and reach the handle bars. We were in the back yard where the garden normally was but my dad didn't plant one that year. My brother pushed me on this bike across the lumpy dirt ground and off a jump we had made out of plywood and bricks.

Like I said, I didn't actually know how to ride a bike yet. The other problem was there wasn't much space after the end of the jump and the fence to the dog run. Luckily it was an old wobbly fence with wooden posts. I think my brothers punishment hurt them worse than my landing hurt me. My mom saw what was happening through the kitchen window a little too late to stop it.

Another time, when I knew how to ride a bike, we were playing bike tag. I was riding as fast as I could from my older brother down the hill through the alley. I went through a big mud puddle, hit a brick in the middle that I couldn't see and went end over end. He was so close to me he couldn't stop and ran right over me. I didn't get hurt that I remember.