The America I grew up in

by allthoughtswork

Monkey bars set in concrete? Check!

Tall metal slide that seared my thighs? Check!

Tossed around a station wagon during a car accident? Check!

I had a firm grasp of gravity, heat conduction, and momentum by the age of twelve. Tearing around outdoors alone during your entire childhood makes your physics game strong.

You also get a crash course in pre-med because you figure out pretty quickly just how deep a wound you can withstand before the dreaded word “stitches” enters the picture.

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