:( When I was eight, an older kid up the block from me, he was about eleven, was playing on the train tracks. He didn’t make it off of them in time. The train, however, did come to a halt, but not before taking the kid’s legs with it.

He was wheelchair bound from that point on, but kept his life. I didn’t need anyone to tell me to leave the tracks alone. I had him as a reference. His sister was much older than us, perhaps fifteen when I was eight? Either way, she did not let him live that thing down, every chance she got, she threw the incident up in his face.

Thank you, Gemma.

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