Childhood is about doing things that can get you killed, realizing years later how stupid that was. There was a conversation about chatters who got hit cars while riding a bicycle. Which reminded me of the one time I got hit by a car while riding a bicycle. I guess I've only written about it that one time and it was brief.

I'm assuming the guy slowed down enough that when he hit me (it was all my fault by the way) it sent me head over heels at about the speed I was going (as fast as I could on a downhill bit of the freeway), onto asphalt, without a helmet on. I'm fairly sure no external head injuries (maybe a bit of a concussion since the world turned various shades of yellow for a few minutes; I couldn't make out any other colors).

Looking back again I really had a good chance of dying right there, or having a life-changing brain injury.