I can remember being about 4 or 5 years old and my Mom, my older brother Shawn, and myself were attending some kind of grown-up function at my Aunt Jonnie Mae and Uncle Duke's house. I'm not exactly sure what the celebration was but whatever it was, I got to stay up late and play with my cousins so, in my opinion, who cared! LET’S GO!!!! (LOL). Once outside, the warm afternoon air blew softly as the beautiful array of colors lined the sky indicating the beginning of a gorgeous sunset. We made our way down the street and around the corner to my grandmother's house. Once there, we all ran around, laughing, screaming, and chasing each other; on foot and on wheels. Being a light-weight, tom-boy, I rode one of my cousin's vintage mens 10 speed bike with the curled handle bars. As I'm riding this large bicycle, trying to balance on the bar in the middle without hurting my little 'va jay jay', and at the same time trying to go as fast as my little legs would let me, I saw Shawn, cousin Maine, cousin Wayne, and uncle Gary riding their bikes in my direction but in the street. Now what made this fool Shawn think, "Hey, let me go bother Sheba"; I don’t know. At this time I'm on the sidewalk, as I was too young to ride in the street, so they said. Here come this fool Shawn barreling straight toward me on the side walk. Now my first thought was, "Huh boy here he comes". My next thought was, " Ummm I know he ain't tryna play chicken wit me is he?" And my last thought was, "Oh shit! Let me grab something cuz I'm going to bust my ass". As I wobble on the too big bike, Shawn rode toward me like a bat outa hell and I swerved right, he went left and I was rudely introduced to a fence. As I fell I tried to grab the fence to break my fall but instead the prongs on the fence delve deep into my little hand and ripped straight up to my middle finger. When I fell my hand slapped so hard on the ground that I didn't realize it had been cut until I started to do the shaking...