When I was a kid, I remember a time when I stayed in the car while my mother went to pick up some groceries. I was about eight or nine years old at the time, and I thought I was the funniest kid around. Construction was taking place in the parking lot, as new pavement was getting ready to be poured. The workers were gone, and everything had been set in place for work the next day. I noticed an older kid playing in the construction site with his bike. One could tell he was pretending to be a motocross biker as he tackled mounds of dirt, as if they were small hills that threw him in the air. Each jump was meet with concentration. Thinking I had an opportunity to have some fun, I cracked the window and yelled, in what I thought was a deep voice, "Hey! Get out of there!". Once the words flew out of my mouth I ducked out of site behind the back seat. Oh, I thought I was funny! I lifted my head so slowly to get a peek of my victim, and it happened, we meet eye to eye. The older boy...
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