a funny real fact

I was about three or four years old and as everyone (I think) I had my tricycle and I loved it. I always wanted to go everywhere with it until one day I hurt myself... I was going with my parents to my grandparents' house to have lunch. We were going out of our home and, as always, I wanted to go with my loved tricycle so I went out with it and I told my mother "look, mum, I'm going down stairs on the tricycle". My mother advised me not to do it but I was with my loved "vehicle" so I ignored her and I continued my way and as it was logical I felt down rolling down stairs... From that day I begun hating the tricycle...