My Mom occasionally led me on a harness and leash because I was such a turbo child. My family sometimes joked that I had a "motor in the tail."
Mom and Dad even installed a fence in the backyard so that I would not run away.
Once, I took off so fast that I tripped and fell, face first, on our concrete driveway. I skidded several feet. When I stood up, I had a bruised face.
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