I think I was around 5 or so. We were all loaded up in the back of the station wagon (with no seat belts on) stopped at the stop light. My older sis said she saw the Easter Bunny, so I stood up to take a look…right as the light changed and my dad accelerated. I fell. The heavy, metal-framed stroller fell on me, and I still have the scar above my right eyebrow from the required stitches.
Stupid Easter Bunny.