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I know that house in the background. There was another house nearby on a hill. When I was growing up the Heusingers lived there. I played with their son, Gero, from time to time. I specifically remember rolling down the hill with him in the grass. They bought their milk from us, probably eggs too, and Gero would come with the milk can. One day, I was 8 or so, I was at his house. His mother wanted milk, so we set off home. We were teasing each other, and playing around. I started to run and told him that he'd never catch me with that heavy can. I was laughing and ahead of him maybe 10 or 15 feet when he called my name, I turned my head, and the milk can hit me smack-dab in the middle of my lower lip. He felt really badly about that. He wanted to break my back, not my lip! :oD The scar makes my lower lip pucker up in the middle and it looks like I have two top lips. (Just in case you hadn't noticed.)