We used to traipse all over the woods by my house when I was as young as 6. Sure, it was with my brother and in a group, but my brother is only 2 years older than me, almost exactly. (Hmmm we were both born about 9 months after my parents' anniversary.)
And if not my brother than my friends, most of whom were in Cub Scouts with me.
Did you ever have the misfortune of falling off your bike onto the gravel concrete?
Still get shivers from that pain.
Duh. Once I rode my skateboard down the biggest hill in town and I made it to the bottom but was going so fast I couldn't stop and I ran over some gravel at the bottom. I wiped out and tore a huge chunk of flesh from my elbow, about the size of a half dollar and seep enough that I could see the muscle (though I didn't actually damage the muscle, just thinned out the fat layer). No stitches, just some antibiotic ointment and gauze.
Bactine aerosol fixes everthing
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