When I was about 3 or 4 my mum took my sister and I to the town hall so my sister could ride her bike and I could ride my tricycle. My sister was riding circles around me and going up and down the wheelchair ramp and I was so jealous. I told my mum I was going to do it and she said "You can't, you're tricycle doesn't have any brakes." Well I was like 3 or 4 so I had no idea what that meant. I ignored what she said and went up the wheelchair ramp......
I started to go down okay but my mum was all worried and jumped in front of my tricycle and tried to stop me....
I ran her over. I ran over my own mother! With a tricycle! She was all cut up and bleeding-then it was horrifying but we look back at it now and laugh hysterically.
My mum wasn't very good at explaining things to me. When I was like 3 or 4 I was obsessed with Madonna. I think I was the youngest Madonna clone out there. I remember she had one video out where she's wearing a tube top and spandex pants, hopping around in her Madonna-like way. Well I thought she was fantastic so of course I wanted an outfit just like that. My mum told me,"You wouldn't be able to wear the shirt, you don't have the boobs to hold it up."
I had no idea what boobs were, thought she said boots and replied, "Well go out and buy me a pair!"