I used to take the other kids cookies and crush them under my wheels by popping a wheelie then bringing the front wheels down on their Chips Ahoy, some would laugh and then hand me THEIR cookies to do the same, others would look at me with fear, one or two cried. They should be thanking me, even at age 5 in 1973 I knew the harm of processed sugar and all the shit in those things...and at least once a month, I would get my entire room to NOT drink their milk by re-enacting the Little Rascals skit "Dont Drink the Milk!" "Why Not??" "Cuz its SPOILED!!!" Because of my brittle bones the teachers were not allowed to discipline me, not even Yell at me lest the soundwaves snap a tibia or something (complete bullshit but they didnt know the difference and like James, at age 5 I understood physics and watched Star Trek instead of cartoons...except Josie and The Pussycats...)