Many years ago, my grandma's Facebook machine computer died. Being always a little interested in computers, I asked if I could have it to play with it to try and upgrade it, and she agreed.
I wasn't at fault, but my car is totaled, so that's going to throw a wrench into things logistically. At least it's almost summer, so no school trips for a bit.
I was wearing my seat belt, so the only thing hurt is my hands. That I use to type. And work.
I think the mark of a good piece of media is one that hits differently depending on when you consume it. Like how when you watch A Goofy Movie and as a kid you sympathize with Max and then when you watch it older you see more of Goofy's perspective. Or like how when you watch Shrek 2 as an adult it's still funny, but different parts are funny for different reasons (the union part, for example).