Life was a lot funner when I was a kid; before it was wrong to eat lead paint chips and get choked in Chinese play-pens. I personally bashed my head regularly whilst not wearing a helmet - falling out of trees landing on my head. We played with hammers - I bashed my head with a hammer once. I remember falling off my bike when I was 7, bashing my head on a rock. I woke up throwing up with blood running down my eyes. God that was a great time to be alive.
I may have sustained some brain damage. You kids with your safety this and refrigerated meat that don’t know what you are missing.
I want this. The lack of this in my life is further proof my parents didn’t love me.