When I was in 7th grade we ditched school to go ride, we made a ramp out of an old door leaning on a tractor tire. My buddy Hal (or was it Ted?) went first and nailed it so I was next, I hit the door, it buckled sending me face first into the pavement. Bit through my tongue, broke a front tooth and had cuts and scrapes everywhere. Now at 65 I still have the scars and a fake front tooth set on an implant into my skull, oh to be young and dumb.