This wonderful picture of my brother Michael and sister Sally, causing trouble at an amusement park over the weekend, struck a terror memory in my soul. I am seven years old, assigned a bumper car against my better judgement at Indiana Beach in Monticello, Indiana. I am acutely aware, though the adults seem oblivious to this fact, that I don't drive. The bell rings, the cars begin to roll, I look left and see him: my older brother making a beeline for me, his mission to cause my untimely demise. My hands fly from the wheel, causing the car to simply spin, a sitting duck in dervish. I begin shrieking. Closer, closer, closer... we, crash, I cry, he howls with pleasure and speeds off for his next victim. Ah, memories...
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