My mom's dad was a farmer, we lived thirteen hundred miles away. The next farm down the road had a kid just months away from the same age as myself. I spent summers on the farm so the kid down the road and I grew up together during the long school break each year. We got the bright idea to play "chicken", starting a causal 100 paces apart. We were both foolishly brave. As I think of it fifty years later I remember it to be like a B&W film clip of a head on crash between two steam locomotives (on a smaller scale).