I was about eight or nine years old, and I was riding my bike. I was on the side of a residential road, and I happened to be heading straight for a mailbox. For some strange reason, I knew that the mailbox was there, but I did not turn to get out of the way. I was thinking to myself, "Turn now so you don't hit that mailbox!" but my arms, I guess, didn't want to listen to my brain. I hit the mailbox going pretty fast, and ended up bruising my face good, as well as getting a number of cuts from falling off the bike.