Radio flyer tricycle

I was reading the rule before taking the writing portion. Is this rule just for the writing portion or are you not allowed to use paper on the real deal either?

19 hours ago (since writing this post), a post pertaining to the Coyotes demonstrating their support of Pride Month and Hockey Is for Everyone made its way to the top of our sub. In that time, there were 10 reports submitted against the post, 116 downvotes vs 247 upvotes, 7 bans for trolling/hateful opinions/etc, and a metric shit ton of bad-faith arguments and division.
It's crazy to me that the phrase "Hockey is for Everyone" can be so divisive. So, for the people in the back, just because you havent experienced prejudice in hockey doesnt mean that it doesnt exist.
Let's take a look at some examples of how hockey still IS NOT for everyone:
From the highest levels of the game-
2018 - Chicago Fans chant "Basketball, Basketball, Basketball" at Devante Smith-Pelly in a Penalty box (https://www.npr.org/2018/02/19/587122774/chicago-fans-bounced-for-racist-taunts-aimed-at-capitals-devante-smith-pelly)
2011 - Fan Throws Banana at Wayne Simmonds (https://www.espn.com/nhl/story/_/id/7007219/fan-throws-banana-philadelphia-flyers-winger-wayne-simmonds)
2005 to Present - Akim Aliu Details years of Neglect (https://www.theplayerstribune.com/articles/hockey-is-not-for-everyone-akim-aliu-nhl)
2020- K'Andre Miller Receives Racist Taunts During Presser (https://www.nytimes.com/2020/04/17/sports/hockey/rangers-kandre-miller-zoom-racism.html)
2020 - Mitchell Miller drafted by the Coyotes, despite a long history of serious bullying against a handicapped black student (https://www.azcentral.com/story/sports/nhl/coyotes/2020/10/26/arizona-coyotes-top-draft-pick-bullied-black-disabled-kid-4-years-ago/3735555001/)
2022 - Then the Bruins sign the same kid after he is cut, b/c he shows promise, yet never showed remorse (https://www.usatoday.com/story/sports/nhl/bruins/2022/11/06/boston-bruins-cut-mitchell-miller-who-had-bullied-classmate/8290404001/)
2019 - Don Cherry Makes Racial Comments on the air (https://www.usatoday.com/story/sports/nhl/2019/11/11/don-cherry-fired-racist-anti-immigrant-comment/2566800001/)
2010 - Kyle Beach is raped by a Video Coach. Team burries it and wins cup (https://www.nhl.com/news/kyle-beach-reveals-himself-as-accuser-in-blackhawks-investigation/c-327302872)
2016 - Hot Mic picks up example of homophobic language that has permeated the game since it's inception (https://theathletic.com/3205344/2022/04/19/nhl-lgbtq-pride/)
2023 - Pride Night Controversies (https://www.nbcnews.com/nbc-out/out-news/nhls-pride-nights-collide-lgbtq-political-climate-rcna78158)
2023 - The Conn-Smythe trophy is literally still named after a man who "offered $10,000 to anyone who could turn Carnegie's skin colour to white" (https://torontosun.com/sports/hockey/simmons-its-the-right-time-to-rename-the-conn-smythe-trophy)
Rape Culture in the NHL (https://docs.google.com/spreadsheets/d/1cqURgg1eslU9Ky7NOUHlvM0PJ5rVX-FHZuacYBUL77o/edit?usp=sharing)
That's a brief list of examples at the NHL level. Now for minor leagues and below:
2023 - Hockey Quebec receives complaints about ongoing racism (https://theconcordian.com/2023/04/a-never-ending-pattern-of-racism-in-junior-hockey-in-quebec/)
2022 - Juniors Player suspended for racist gesture (https://www.espn.com/nhl/story/_/id/33370764/junior-hockey-player-suspended-alleged-racist-gesture)
2018 - Hockey Canada sexual assault scandal with so far zero repercussions (https://www.sportingnews.com/us/nhl/news/hockey-canada-scandal-sexual-assault-2018-world-juniors-team/hhc54xdapaqx5l29kuimp09g)
2003 - Another Hockey Canada sexual assault scandal (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hockey_Canada_sexual_assault_scandal#:~:text=2003%20and%202018%3A-,2003%20incident,team%20won%20a%20silver%20medal.)
2022 - Brock McGillis states "There's a homophobic slur or some type of slur said every time a team enters a locker room" (https://www.cbc.ca/radio/asithappens/hockey-canada-discrimination-brock-mcgillis-1.6672832) (https://www.thestar.com/edmonton/2018/07/03/a-deeply-personal-story-of-anti-gay-attitudes-in-hockey-comes-to-edmonton.html?ref=blueshirtbanter.com)
2022 - Antisemitic Bullying Lawsuit (https://www.clickondetroit.com/news/local/2022/03/30/lawsuit-youth-hockey-leaders-didnt-stop-antisemitic-bullying-tried-to-cover-up-evidence/)
2021 - A report from Hockey Canada finds "900 documented or alleged incidents of on-ice discrimination at all levels during the 2021–2022 playing season. Sixty-one percent of the 512 penalties called by officials last season involved insults based on sexual orientation or gender identity. In addition to those penalties, 415 allegations were investigated after the fact. Off-ice incidents were not included, which makes the likely number of incidents much higher." (http://cdn.hockeycanada.ca/hockey-canada/Corporate/About/Downloads/2021-22-discrimination-report-e.pdf)
2019 - Homophobic language persists in USA hockey. Punishment increased (https://www.outsports.com/2019/10/31/20940627/usa-hockey-policy-gay-racist-language-slurs)
2022 - Bullying in USA Hockey (https://www.usahockey.com/news_article/show/1243934)
2022 - More bullying (https://www.cbc.ca/news/canada/kitchener-waterloo/kitchener-hockey-academy-lawsuit-by-family-1.6525152)
2023 - More racial bullying (https://montreal.ctvnews.ca/racist-bullying-of-black-teen-allowed-to-fester-in-quebec-hockey-program-mother-alleges-1.6280570)
2022 - More bullying (https://www.reddit.com/hockeyplayers/comments/ym4r9e/the_bullying_started_up_again/)
2023 - Quebec launches hearings into allegations of 'horrific' abuse in major junior hockey (https://www.cbc.ca/news/canada/montreal/quebec-launches-commission-into-horrific-recounts-of-abuse-and-violence-in-quebec-hockey-league-1.6755470)
2019 - Oh look, more bullying (https://www.theglobeandmail.com/sports/hockey/article-no-one-should-go-through-that-comtois-responds-to-cyberbullying-in/)
2023 - Harvard Womens Hockey Coach under fire for racist comments (https://www.cbc.ca/sports/hockey/katey-stone-harvard-hockey-coach-abusive-allegations-1.6732019)
2015 - Sexual harassments in college hockey (https://www.si.com/more-sports/2015/03/11/ohio-state-womens-hockey-coach-resigns-sexual-harassment#:~:text=Ohio%20State%20women's%20hockey%20coach%20Nate%20Handrahan%20resigned%20Wednesday%20after,according%20to%20The%20Columbus%20Dispatch.)
2023 - Juniors coach loses job after pulling his team from a game that they were being racially targeted in (https://globalnews.ca/news/9671762/surrey-hockey-coach-fired-racism-allegations/)
In 10 minutes of googling, I was able to find hundreds of examples of why hockey IS NOT for everyone. Keep in mind, these are only the examples that get reported on. There are thousands of examples and testimonies depicting racism, homophobia, sexism, etc in hockey, from juniors to college to the NHL.
Next time you are about to coin the counterargument, "but hockey is for everyone," stop for a minute. Sure, hockey may have always been for you, but what about the hundreds of kids who have stopped playing and been bullied out of their respective leagues. Think of the victims of the countless abuses from active players that never received justice, because their abuser happened to be good at the game.
IF A RAINBOW LOGO MAKES YOU ANGRIER THAN THE THOUSANDS OF EXAMPLES DEPICTING WHY THAT LOGO IS NECESSARY IN THE FIRST PLACE, IT IS TIME TO TAKE A LONG LOOK IN THE MIRROR. From Pride Jerseys to "Hockey is for Everyone," they are symbols that we see and acknowledge the thousands who have been pushed out or kept out of this great game.
If you are a true fan of this game, you should want nothing more than everyone else, regardless of race/gendesexual orientation/etc, to be a part of it, and when you make the comment "hockey is already for everyone" you are burying your head in the sand and spitting in their faces.

What are some limitations of the geprc tiny radio, an should I go 2.4 or 915m I’m a casual bando flyer so 915 is the option I should choose ; or is 2.4 almost equal plus cost less?

I’m not sure if this is the right place to be posting this, but I don’t know where else to go for help. I know that after I describe the events that just happened, the ones involved may come looking for me. I have decided it’s worth the risk though. I’m still pretty shaken up, but I’m going to do my best to recall everything exactly as it happened. If something similar has happened to you or anyone you know, and you could advise me what to do next, I would really appreciate it. It might actually save my life.
Last night wasn’t the first time I had been woken up by a sound coming from the wall behind my bed. It sounded like something LARGE and HEAVY sliding along the other side of the wall. It was especially odd, because I didn’t think there was anything on the other side of that wall. I thought I had heard it several nights before this one, but was never certain if I had dreamt it or not. This time though, I knew I was awake. I was lying in bed next to my husband, Jason. I had my eyes closed, while trying to fall asleep. I couldn’t stop thinking about the fight Jason and I had a couple hours before. He told me in the five years we had been married, he had never seen me like this— a complete shell of the person I once was. He told me that I had let my paranoia completely consume me. I could tell he was deeply concerned, but also frustrated with my lack of effort to dispel it. I knew that even if I was honest about what I was worrying about though, he would not understand.
I slowly sat up in bed, straining to listen for another sound. Maybe it was some kind of animal? It sounded much too large to be a raccoon though, and bears are not common in our area. As I slowly leaned in closer to the wall, my heart jolted as I heard a very loud, THUMP THUMP. It sounded like a deliberate pounding on the other side of the wall, almost as if it was trying to get my attention.
In a low whisper, I immediately called out to Jason as he slept next to me. How could he have slept through that? He didn’t even stir, so I called his name again and tried touching his shoulder. He continued to sleep like a baby. I was about to call his name one more time when I remembered that my paranoia was the main reason for our fight earlier. Would he even believe me? I sat in the dark for a few more minutes before deciding to get up and investigate myself.
As I made my way downstairs, I caught a glimpse of a photo of the two of us from our honeymoon. Although it was from only five years ago, Jason and I looked so much younger. It was probably due to the fact that we were smiling so big. I have been trying so hard to be that happy girl in the photo for him and for me, but recently, I haven’t even come close.
I decided to start my investigation of the mysterious sound with the garage, since it is located directly under our bedroom. I flipped the light on and scanned the room from wall to wall, looking for anything out of the ordinary. Everything looked the way it was supposed to. Our car was parked out on the street that night, so the garage was just a large, echoey room. Gardening tools, storage containers, cleaning supples and various pieces of sporting equipment packed the shelves along the far wall. There was also a small stockpile of food and water Jason liked to keep just in case of a disaster. Remember, being paranoid is my thing though…
I made my way over to the shelves to see if anything could have made a noise like the one I heard. As I was halfway across the garage, I heard a loud SLAM come from above me. My eyes darted up to the attic door in the ceiling and the pull string that dangled from it. The string was slowly swaying from left to right.
Great. That’s normal, right? I never realized that our bedroom shared a wall with the attic until now. I thought hard about running upstairs to get Jason’s help. That would be the most logical thing to do, but just as I was about to do that, I had this feeling. I had a very faint idea of what could be the source of the disturbance, but knew that it would defy logic. I also knew that based on the five weeks we had been together, if there was even the slightest chance that my suspicion was correct about the source of the noise, Jason would not understand— nor would he even be willing to help me deal with it. If I was going to be able to protect the both of us, I knew I had to deal with this myself.
I walked over to the attic door and grabbed the pull string. With a loud CREEEAAAAK the door slowly swung down. I grabbed the ladder attached to the door and unfolded it down to the ground. I directed my attention back up to the ceiling, and stared into the black hole that was the attic entrance.
My eyes strained to make out anything inside, while I waited for something— anything to come out of the darkness. I turned to the shelf next to me and grabbed a flashlight. After pointing it toward the black hole in the ceiling, I still couldn’t make out anything, so I contemplated my options. Less thinking, just do, Mel. I knew that if I waited any longer, my thoughts would scare me into complete paralysis, so I began to climb. With each step, the ladder let out a painful creak. This ladder was as old as the house, and I have no idea if it was ever inspected. The way it would bend under my very minimal bodyweight made me realize the very real possibility that it could give out at any time. We really need to have this thing inspected…
The black hole grew bigger and bigger with each step. I held my breath the whole time, ready for either the ladder to crumble beneath me or something to emerge from the darkness. Thankfully, neither of those things happened. Once my head breached the attic opening, I remembered to breathe, and drew in a large breath of stale, musty air.
I scanned the attic with my flashlight. It wasn’t really a room— more just a storage space between the ceiling of the garage and the roof of the house. The ceiling formed a triangle with the highest point being only five feet tall. As I slowly panned my flashlight across the space, its beam revealed various objects in storage— an old dollhouse, a large shop vacuum, a full-sized scarecrow, a snow shovel, a vintage suitcase, a pair of kayak paddles, several boxes, and lots of Christmas and Halloween decorations. The holiday decorations appeared pretty unsettling in the beam of the flashlight…probably because a lot of them had faces that were looking back at me. The witch especially gave me the creeps with her pale, green skin, hands covered in warts, and open mouth full of yellow teeth. Oh and don’t forget the random Christmas elf’s detached head just resting on top of a box with its single, beady eye reflecting back at me! Why does it only have one eye?? Why is its head not with its body?? Why do we even have this thing??
After doing a full scan of the space with my flashlight, I reached behind me to turn on the attic light. The second the light turned on, I jumped as I heard the sound of movement coming from the pile of junk in front of me. I held my breath and stared long and hard, while looking for any sign of movement. THAT WITCH BETTER NOT MOVE, I SWEAR. After a long minute of waiting, nothing had moved in the slightest.
Just as I was letting out my long awaited exhale, a loud, “BWAK BWAK BWAK,” erupted from my right side. I whipped my head around to reveal a plush toy of a chicken lying on the floor on its side.
“BWAK BWAK BWAK,” its electronic voice box cried out again. I looked around, wondering what could have caused it to go off. The floorboards beneath me creaked as I crawled my way over to the plush chicken and picked it up. I stared into its black, soulless eyes. There was something about this chicken. It felt too personal for some reason— almost like it was a taunt. Then, I heard the sound of movement coming from the pile of junk again. I looked back and could have sworn one of the objects had moved. Was it the witch? The scarecrow? I couldn’t tell for sure.
I waited several seconds before directing my attention back to the chicken. That’s when I noticed something behind it. About 4 feet up from the floor, there was a very small hole in the wall about the size of a pea. I put my eye up to it, and my stomach lurched. Through the hole, I could see right into my bedroom. I couldn’t see the bed so well, but I could make out pretty much anything at eye level. Whoever or WHATEVER was in the attic could have been watching us this whole time. From inside the bedroom, the hole was positioned just under one of the framed pictures hanging on the wall. The shadow from the frame must have concealed it all this time. I could feel my heart rate begin to drastically accelerate. I turned back to the pile of junk, since whoever or whatever was in the attic with me must be hiding somewhere in that pile.
That’s when I noticed what had changed. Earlier, the scarecrow was sitting upright with its back against a box, but now it was slumped over with one hand extended out toward me. And was it closer?? I stared at its still, faceless head hidden in shadow beneath the brim of a wide, black farmer’s hat. I looked for any sign of life in its body, which wore a red flannel shirt covered in hay and stained khaki pants with patches on the knees. I began to hyperventilate. Come on, Mel! If you have a panic attack now, you are done for!
I slowly backed away from the scarecrow until I heard a loud CRUNCH under my feet. I looked down and saw that I had stepped on an empty plastic water bottle. I gasped in horror as I noticed several other empty water bottles along with empty food cans and a pile of blankets resembling a makeshift bed. SOMEONE WAS LIVING IN OUR ATTIC.
Before I could react, I heard fast stomping coming right toward me. I looked up and saw the scarecrow LUNGING for me. I fell onto my back with my eyes closed, and braced for the inevitable. I heard the sound of movement, the creaking of the ladder, and then all was silent. My eyes slowly opened. The scarecrow had vanished.
I crawled over to the attic entrance in the floor. The garage light below had now been switched off, so the way down was nothing but a black void. I grabbed the flashlight and pointed it down into the garage. I let out a gasp as I saw the scarecrow standing directly at the bottom of the ladder facing up at me. I wanted to scream, but nothing was coming out. It stood there perfectly still…almost too still for a person to be inside of it. Was this a person?? I waited and waited until…it CHARGED at the ladder, making its way toward me.
I frantically dove toward the pile of junk and grabbed a paddle to defend myself. When I turned back to the ladder, the scarecrow was gone. There was only the rickety ladder and the black void below me. I gave myself a few seconds to catch my breath. If I was in fact dealing with what I suspected I was dealing with, I had a right to be scared out of my mind. I also knew that I couldn’t let it get to Jason first. Whatever this thing was, I had to stop it.
After taking a deep breath, I made my way down the ladder. I held my flashlight in one hand and the paddle in the other. I made sure to alternate the flashlight between the steps below me and the rest of the garage. If the scarecrow was able to knock me off the ladder, I would be done for. When my feet finally touched the concrete floor, I wanted to let out a sigh of relief, but I knew the fight was still ahead of me….or maybe behind me. It was so dark, the scarecrow really could have been anywhere.
If I could just make it to the door to the house, I knew I could flip on the light, spot the scarecrow, and charge it with everything I had. I walked as fast as I could toward the door, whipping my flashlight in all directions. I only got halfway through the garage when I heard a loud squeaking noise to my left. I knew I wasn’t getting the chance to make it to the light switch. I slowly turned my flashlight to reveal the scarecrow slumped over and sitting on an old, red Radio Flyer wagon.
This was it. I knew that the element of surprise was all I had.
I charged at it with everything inside of me. I swung the paddle again and again with all of my strength. I wouldn’t let this thing ruin the life I had worked so hard to obtain. I didn’t stop swinging until the scarecrow was completely facedown on the ground. My rage turned to fear as I slowly sensed something was off. I realized the scarecrow’s torso had become completely separated from its legs during the beating. My heart nearly stopped when I finally realized that there was nothing inside of the scarecrow but hay.
I poked its body a few times before I noticed a trail of straw leading away from it. Wherever this trail led to, I knew it wasn’t going to be good. As I followed the trail of hay with my flashlight in one hand, I shakily held my paddle in the other, ready to strike again. The trail curled away from me until it ended at A PAIR OF BARE HUMAN FEET. I let out a quiet scream as I tilted my flashlight up as fast as I could and—WHAM! I could barely make out the image of a metal baseball bat whirling toward my head before everything went black.
I woke up only a few seconds later on the garage floor with my head throbbing in pain. My vision was fuzzy, but I could see there was a shape standing in front of me. It was backlit by the light of my flashlight, which had rolled away from me. It took a few seconds for my eyes to focus on the pair of bare, dirty feet in front of me, covered in hay. As I slowly tilted my head up, I could see those feet were attached to a pair of legs wearing tattered pants. Those legs were attached to a body with two arms— one holding a metal baseball bat. The body was attached to a head, and on that head, was a face. It was exactly the face I feared I would see. It was the face of a woman with the exact same face as me— the face of Melody Bennett.
“No,” I gasped. “How did—“
Melody stared at me with rage in her eyes. Pieces of hay covered her hair.
I turned my head to the side and looked at the scarecrow’s lifeless, empty body next to me. Then, I turned and looked at Melody’s hay-covered feet.
I have to admit it now. Wearing the scarecrow as a disguise was a brilliant strategy. She really took a page from my book of deception and used it against me.
“Your life was mine,” I began to cry with eyes full of fear. “I took it from you.”
“I’m taking it back,” she declared and raised her bat high.
I tried to let out a scream, but it was too late. She was already on top of me. Whaling on me with the speed and aggression of a wild animal. She struck my head with the baseball bat again and again. With each blow, I could feel my face start to change out of the face of Melody and back into its natural form. First, my mouth morphed away, followed by my nose, and then my ears. Just as she was about to swing what would have been the killing blow, I threw my hand up and grabbed the bat. Both of us were now struggling for control of the bat. That’s when I could see my true face reflected in Melody’s eyes. My two eyes were wide and bulging, completely filled with terror. My other features were completely gone. Smooth skin was now in their place. I looked into Melody’s eyes as we struggled with the bat. This was a woman that would stop at nothing to take back her life and be rid of me. I wasn’t going to win this fight. I had to escape.
My fear somehow gave me enough adrenaline to throw her off of me. I knew I only had a second before she would be on top of me again, so I booked it out of the house as fast as I could.
I didn’t stop running until I was across the street hidden in the shadows of a neighbor’s tree. I turned back to see Melody standing in front of her house blocking any hope I had of going back there to her beautiful, lovely life— a life, which she had taken for granted until now. She had the last five weeks to think about it as she was living in the attic. All that time, she watched helplessly behind the wall of her own bedroom as I, an imposter wearing her face, tried my best to pass as her. She had all that time to watch me, study my weaknesses, and devise a plan to take her life back.
From across the street, I watched as she took in one last big breath, smelling the fresh air and appreciating the world she had once taken for granted. She slowly exhaled before walking confidently back into her house and locking me out for good.
I can’t tell you how frustrated I am that this one didn’t work out for me. I thought for sure that I had killed Melody before I had replaced her. I thought for sure that I was going to get to live in her place forever. I won’t make the same mistake again. Next time, I will make sure the person I am replacing is actually dead.
I know most of you reading this will probably think I’m just a normal person making this story up to scare you. I was counting on that. You probably wouldn’t believe me if I told you that there are many like me living among you.
To those of you that are like me, please let me know if you have had a similarly frustrating experience. Besides the very obvious mistake I already mentioned, what can I do differently next time? If you have any advice or know anything else I did wrong, please tell me.
I just want to find a nice life and be happy like everyone else. Why does it have to be this difficult?

I'm selling a bunch of household items through Everything but the House. The items are in their warehouse in Hilliard. Feel free to ask me questions about items if you can't find the info you need on the auction link.
As items get posted online, I'll update this list.
Currently available:
A mahogany lectern
Frigidaire dehumidifier
Another Frigidaire dehumidifier
Radio Flyer Stroll 'N Trike, Beco Gemini Baby Carrier, and Eudax Science Lab
Exercise equipment: ProForm Stationary Bike, Crane Personal Trampoline, and InMotion Elliptical Trainer
Coming later:
Coach leather shoulder bag
Meta (Oculus) Quest 2
Deli slicers
Personal blenders
Ikea transformable kid bed and kid-sized rocking chairs

The FAQ didn’t help much. We’re bringing a fold up radio flyer for snacks, drinks, and to pull the little one when she inevitably becomes too tired to walk😂 I feel like I’ve seen them there before, but can’t remember if they were the rented ones or personal. Thanks.

My daughter is approaching her first birthday, and has been pulling up to stand and inching around a bit. I think walking is on the horizon! I’d love to get her a versatile push walker toy for her birthday. I’m considering a radio flyer push walker. Another option would be a shopping cart / push walker type toy.
Does anyone have the radio flyer push walker? How do you like it?
Any other ideas for a push walker toy? I don’t think I want one with toys on it, looking for an empty vessel for her to put what she already has inside!
Thanks!

We see a lot of talk in this sub about fear of waiting too late. Folks are scared that if they don’t start transition early, they won’t be able to transition to the degree they want to.
I want to post my experience as an example of another way of thinking, and encourage others to share their narratives too.
Before I knew what transgender people were, I wished I could have been born a boy. Birthday candles, shooting stars, lost eyelashes, all got the same wish. Let me wake up as a boy tomorrow.
I first heard about trans women when one was being interviewed by a local radio station host. The host asked when she knew she needed to “become a woman,” and I turned the volume right up. I was 15. I asked my mom immediately, “if she can become a woman, can I become a man?” My mom shut the radio off, and shut the conversation down.
In high school, I joined the Gay Straight Alliance, and put up flyers for TDOV and TDOR. I still didn’t grasp that I could be transgender, I just knew I was probably pansexual. I felt sympathy for transgender people, but had no idea how someone became transgender.
When I moved out of my mom’s house, and into my first safe environment, I started to have panic attacks. It turns out that your mind and body cannot process stress and trauma while it is still actively happening to you. You have to get away from it first. I hit a very low point, and I got professional help.
Through therapy, I was able to work on my past, and become accepting of myself as a person. I asked my therapist about gender. By this point, I knew plenty of transgender people in real life, and I had a feeling I might be one too. My therapist was also sure I was. I still waited.
I waited until I was 26 to start HRT, and I don’t regret it. I stayed at the lowest possible dose for 2 years, and am still at only half a standard dosage. I am intentionally taking it slow. I am happy to be taking it slow.
I have top surgery scheduled for December. I had the option to do it sooner, but I decided I would rather wait 10 months for the surgeon and procedure combination I wanted most. I hope to continue living in this body for decades to come; I don’t mind waiting a few extra months to get it just right.
When I look back at my younger self, I do not feel regret. Not in the slightest. I feel overwhelming love. I love the child I used to be, the confused teen, the scared young adult. I love the feminine me who put on makeup to make more sales at work. I love the little girl who only hung out with the boys. When I remember my younger self suffering emotional angst, wondering who will help them, I know that I am the answer. Every step I make in my transition now, honors the suffering of those people I was before. There is no regret, only thankfulness and compassion.
You do not need to worry about rushing forward. The only right timeline is the one that makes you happy. You will get to where you need to be, when you get there. You can start your transition at any age, and still delight in each little change you see.

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Basic Mc info
Name: Francis Alexander Zimmerman
Nickname: Franz
Age:23
Skill: parkour, standard mercenary training
Equipment :
Bowie knife
Swiss army knife
Mosin-Ngant rifle
Bayonet (comes with the rifle)
10 clips of ammunition
Flashlight
Smartphone
Smart Helmet (built with night vision, thermal vision, coms and a bunch of other features)
Golden Rosary (from his grand mother)
Rolex watch (FYI Rolex has been making watches for soldiers since WW1)
Canteen
Stun baton
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‘Where the hell am I?’ Franz thought as he suddenly found himself in a crater.
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The last thing he remembers was cutting off that red wire just like the expert has said and next thing you know he found himself here.
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Franz tries to got up but he suddenly found that his body became a whole lot lighter
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‘What the… I feel a whole lot lighter’ he thought as he got up and climbs out of the crater
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‘Sweet mother of god where the hell am I?’ He thought as in front of him is an Alien city with unfamiliar architecture style, not to mention the freaking Aliens who are currently staring at him stunned.
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‘What the fuck do I do now?’ He wonders as he continues on the staring competition with humanoid aliens.
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‘Should i initiate first contact? But how? Should I say “take me to your leader?” Can they even understand me?’
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‘For being aliens they look awfully a lot like humans, They have digitigrade legs, a tail and ram horns but they still resemble a lot like humans, hell I think some of them are kinda hot…. That’s assuming they’re not some genderless species’
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As he was thinking about all these things 5 individuals in uniforms came out of the crowd and pointed what seems to be a weapons of some sort at him.
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“(Put your weapons on the ground and surrender yourself)”
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They then started speaking a bunch of garbled sound that’s totally incomprehensible him.
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Now Franz is all for peaceful first contact but he not ganna disarm himself and leave himself at their mercy, especially when you can’t even communicate.
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Like what are you stupid!? It doesn’t take a genius to know that you don’t point a weapon at foreign visitors unless they’re not welcome.
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With that in mind Franz looks around and found an alley near him.
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‘They don’t look too welcoming, should I just run for it?’ He wonders
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As he was thinking about it he starts faintly hearing sirens slowly approaching from the distance
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‘Reinforcements… I have no time it’s now or never!’ With time running low he made up his mind and leaps for that alleyway.
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The 5 that Franz presumed to be the police were stunned at first before they eventually got back their composure and aimed their weapons at Franz who’s running at towards the alley at an incredible speed.
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“(That bitch is quick! Quick take aim and fire!)”
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They took aim and fired
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Beam Beam Beam Beam
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Purple beams of light just shot pass from behind as he was running for the alleyway
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‘Well that proves it that they’re anything but friendly’ he thought as makes the final leap before entering into the alley.
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“(Quickly after her!)” “(get back here you terrorist bitch!)” “(this is Sargent Va’dam the target enter the alley near the…)”
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Franz continues on running as the demonic looking aliens are in yelling in their incomprehensible language.
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Franz went into the alley and it didn’t take long before he found himself facing a dead end.
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‘Shit what to do!?’ He ponders as he look’s behind him to see if he can back track.
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“(I know these streets and there’s a dead end up ahead)” “(we got her now girls)” “(Hahaha we got you now bitch!)”
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Hearing the angry aliens Franz looks back to the front and thought
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‘4 stories It’s a bit high but I think it can be done’
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Then he slings his rifle to his back, rushes towards the left wall and jump, as he’s about to reach the left wall Franz turns and jumps toward the right wall, he then repeats it one more time before reaching the top of the building.
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‘And that is a triple wall jump’ Franz thought smuggly as he looks back down on the pursuing Aliens who has their mouths agape at the stunt he just pulled.
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‘So glad that I learned parkour’ Franz thought as this proves that his youth was misspent as his parents would have like to believe.
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“(Sweet mother goddess what did I just see!)” “(that’s impossible! How can is that even possible!)” “(this is so unfair!)” “(hey! Get back down here you bugger!)”
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“(alright alright girls enough gawking and go after that bitch!)”
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“(But how Sargent? )”
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“(The stairs! There’s a stairs on that building over there leads straight up to the top)” the one who’s previously that she’s familiar with these streets said
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“(Alright you heard her girls go up that stairs now)” Sargent Va’dam gave a hateful glare at the terrorist scum who caused an explosion at the town center whose standing smuggly looking down on her before following the girls up the stairs.
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‘That bought me some time’ Franz thought as started a light jog running from rooftop to rooftop.
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Unfortunately for him however is that the aliens brought out their equivalent of an helicopter, while it doesn’t have rotors blades but it’s unmistakably their version of a helicopter.
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‘Shit!’ Seeing the alien flying machine Franz could only curse as he redoubles his speed trying to evade sniper fire from the alien helicopter.
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Beam
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Beam
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‘God damit!’ Franz thought as he leaps over a street and into the rooftop of another building on the other side of the street.
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Beam
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Beam
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Beam
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‘That was a close one I can’t keep this up for ever’ he thought as up here he’s to expose to sniper fire so he needs to descend back to street level.
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He look’s around before spotting a tubing of what seems like their storm drainage leading the ground.
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Without further ado he grabs onto it and slid down to the the ground level, once on ground level he quick took cover and disappeared from the alien flyer’s visual.
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“(Goddess damit! She got away!)” the sniper on the flyer cursed
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“(Don’t worry we’ll get her next time)” the pilot comforted the sniper before radioing in what happened
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“(This is guardian 23 we lost visuals on Target. Target was last seen going to ground level 23….)
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Later that day
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‘I think I lost them’ Franz thought as enters a dilapidated warehouse that seems to have been abandoned for quite some time.
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After getting away from the pursuit of the alien aircraft, he continued to evade detection until he eventually reached what what he can only assumes as the old town district.
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This district seems to be neglected and mismanaged for quite some time, the buildings here is ether run down or abandoned all together, perfect for a wanted man to hide.
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‘Huuuui finally I can take a breather’ Franz thought as he’s currently hiding in an abandoned warehouse. You can that it’s abandoned by the overgrown vegetation.
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‘Now what’ with some time alone Franz can finally think what to do next
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Grumble Grumble
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Franz pats down his grumbling stomach as he’ll think of getting something to eat tomorrow after getting some sleep.
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He then sats down and leans on one of the walls, he quickly fell asleep as he has had a hard day evading capture in this alien world inhabited by what seems to be devils.
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Later that night
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Rustle Rustle
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Something awakens him from his slumber.
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‘What the?’ Franz groggily opens his to see what’s the commotion is all about.
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‘Awww fuck me!’ He cursed as he sees a team of what he now dubbed as “devils aliens” or devils trying to stealthily infiltrate the warehouse.
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‘Fortunately they doesn’t seems to have found me yet’ he thought as he silently got up and stealthily moves away from their line of sight.
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Once out of their sight he peeks out on one of the windows to see what’s the situation out side
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‘Aww double fuck me’ he curses as outside of the warehouse is an army of devil aliens already surrounded the place.
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There’s a few flyers outside circling around and shining flood lights around the compound.
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The grounds forces are numerous even from what just what he can see there’s like a hundred of them, there’s even few large mechs mixed in.
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‘What now?’ Franz is supremely screwed.
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As he stood there stunned a beam of purple light shot pass him.
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FranZ quickly turns to where it came from and saw that one one the devils found him.
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‘oh boy here goes nothing’ he thought as he reached for his stun baton and pulls it out.
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Now somebody might be wondering why doesn’t he use his rifle? If it were an automatic weapon it would have been a go to weapon but it’s not it’s a bolt-action, even the most optimistic of predictions would say the would be able to to 3 shot at most before being overwhelmed by enemy fire.
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Range is not the answer he needs to take it close and personal, if he were to take it close the enemy might hesitate to open fire on him in fear of friendly fire.
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Of course they could fire regardless if their ally get hit or not but then again Franz noticed that they were very carefully when they open fired, they tried to minimize collateral damage as much as possible when he was being chased by them during the day. Thy doesn’t seem like a society that disregards life.
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Anyway that leaves him with the knife and the electric baton.
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The knife might have a higher chance of killing them but you’ll have to get super close to even have a chance to aim for the killing blow, in a knife fight light cuts aren’t ganna do jack shit.
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Now the baton is different even if they parry your attack the electricity can still travel from the weapon and into their arm there by paralyzing their arm and that’s not even directly touching them.
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With the baton out he lunges forward and took a swing at the demon that tried to shoot him.
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The devil tried to block it with her laser gun but Franz’s swing was so powerful that it smashed through her plastic gun.
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The devil became wide eyed bat the sight of her weapon being destroyed, she could only stare as Franz’s swing continues on eventually making contact with her skin
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Zaaaap “(yeeeep!)”
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After being the zapped she fell to the floor unconscious.
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‘that was quick’ Franz’s thought being quite bewildered at how easy he subdued the devil.
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Kid bewilderment didn’t last long as the commotion attracted the attention of all the devils with in the warehouse and are now converging on his position.
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Rustle Rustle Rustle
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Franz didn’t waste time anymore leaps towards the closest group of devils.
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“(She’s here!)” “(hiiiiiiiiik!)”
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Zaaaaaaap Zaaaaap Zaaaaap Zaaaap
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With his sudden appearance they yelled in surprise but too late was their response and they quickly got zapped passes out.
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Seeing them fell to the floor Franz quickly moves to the next group before they can group up and organize.
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Beam Beam BeamBeam
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More beams flies his way but he ignores as he leaps right into the middle of them and went on a rampage.

We have one of those nice Radio Flyer wagons, and my son loves going out in it. Ideally, I was looking to find some easy trails that can accommodate pushing him in. But I would love suggestions for anywhere I can take him to enjoy nature, people watching, or just any curious thing to look at.

The 18 things, from the perspective of the burglar, are:

1. The two things I hate most: loud dogs and nosy neighbors.
   
2. Of course I look familiar. I was here just last week cleaning your carpets, painting your shutters, or delivering your new refrigerator.
   
3. Sometimes, I carry a clipboard. Sometimes, I dress like a lawn guy and carry a rake. I do my best to never, ever look like a crook.
   
4. A loud TV or radio can be a better deterrent than the best alarm system. If you’re reluctant to leave your TV on while you’re out of town, you can buy a timer.
   
5. Yes, I really do look for newspapers piled up on the driveway. And I might leave a pizza flyer in your front door to see how long it takes you to remove it.
   
6. Here’s a helpful hint: I almost never go into kids’ rooms.
   
7. If you don’t answer when I knock, I try the door. Occasionally, I hit the jackpot and walk right in.
   
8. If decorative glass is part of your front entrance, don’t let your alarm company install the control pad where I can see if it’s set. That makes it too easy.
   
9. You’re right: I won’t have enough time to break into that safe where you keep your valuables. But if it’s not bolted down, I’ll take it with me.
   
10. Hey, thanks for letting me use the bathroom when I was working in your yard last week. While I was in there, I unlatched the back window to make my return a little easier.
    
11. I don’t take a day off because of bad weather.
    
12. To you, leaving that window open just a crack during the day is a way to let in a little fresh air. To me, it’s an invitation.
    
13. I love looking in your windows. I’m looking for signs that you’re home, and for flat screen TVs or gaming systems I’d like. I’ll drive or walk through your neighborhood at night, before you close the blinds, just to pick my targets.
    
14. I always knock first. If you answer, I’ll ask for directions somewhere or offer to clean your gutters. (Don’t take me up on it.)
    
15. I’ll break a window to get in, even if it makes a little noise. If your neighbor hears one loud sound, he’ll stop what he’s doing and wait to hear it again. If he doesn’t hear it again, he’ll just go back to what he was doing. It’s human nature.
    
16. A good security company alarms the window over the sink. And the windows on the second floor, which often access the master bedroom - and your jewelry. It’s not a bad idea to put motion detectors up there too.
    
17. I always check dresser drawers, the bedside table, and the medicine cabinet.
    
18. I’m not complaining, but why would you pay all that money for a fancy alarm system and leave your house without setting it?
    

Picked up a used one of these for 50 bucks at a thrift store hoping we could fix it…the lights and sounds all work and it came with the charger. However, nothing happens when when we push the pedals or shift the gears. The charger turns green to show it was a fully charged battery. Checked all the connections and everything looks good.
Seems hard to find exact replacement parts without much previous knowledge of how to fix these…so I stumbled into this sub hoping I could find some answers.
With my super limited knowledge it seems like it may need a new motor or gear box…but what exact parts would I need? Hoping to be able to order parts off Amazon.
Thanks in advance.