Man if you want to go over "red badges of courage"
There was at time when I had my big wheel. I must have been like 4 or 5. I loved that thing. I would have rather ride that then my bike at the time. I lived in a culdasac (spelling?) and I wasn't allowed to go past the speed bump that sectioned it off from the road leading out of the neighborhood. There were a bunch of older children that played and road bikes in the same area as me.
They older boys would go fast and jump over the speed bump. On the big wheel I couldn't get quite the speed needed to launch myself into the air. So to solve this, the boys made a game out of it. I would go as fast as I could and as I got close to the speed bump, they would in turn, fly up behind me as fast as they could and launch me over the speed bump by ramming into the back of the Big Wheel.
I loved it. I had bruises all up and down my back from the seat of the Big Wheel hitting my back. This actually caused a bit of trouble at school. The teachers saw the bruises and thought I was being beaten at home. Someone from CPS came out to our house and talked to my parents about the matter. At which point I was sent outside so the adults could "talk".
My mom laughed at what the lady said and pointed out to the window which was framing me perfectly as I was launched over and over again.
I never found out about the CPS lady coming until many years later. I think I had more pride in my bruises then, then I did at the point at which I received them.