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Like RandyP, rather than jump over flames with our dirt bikes we tried to emulate Evel Knievel. We didn't have buses so we took turns laying down on the street to be jumped over. Once when it was my turn to lay in the street (along with three others - you didn't want to be the fourth guy), my buddy got a running start and in mid flight his front wheel came off the bike. We all watched in terror trying to imagine where his forks were going to plunge into. He made the other ramp but his forks dug into the asphalt and he went tumbling.

I too remember walking to school in the 2nd and 3rd grade, it was just over a mile each way. This was in Highland Park, CA, not such a great neighborhood when you're one of the few white kids in a mostly Hispanic area. I somehow lived though.