Thanks, you’ve added some important info to this thread.
I was back at my childhood home yesterday and pointed out the hill I went down on my tricycle. Bad idea and I still remember how frightened I was and how much it hurt when I crashed. Luckily I’m a girl, because if I was a boy I think it would have hurt even more.
I remember when I was about eleven or twelve a buddy and I rode our bikes down a steep hill on a bluff close to our house. Unfortunately, my friend's little brother had tagged along behind us despite our trying to discourage him from following us.
We went down the hill, and we could see my friend's little brother trying to go down the hill after us. Again, before he started, we told him to turn around and go back.
Well, he got about twenty feet down the hill before he crashed. He managed to get back home bawling to his mother. She gave my friend a good tongue-lashing for not being able to stop his little brother from following us. Sometimes you just can't win.