The tale of the unfortunately placed door

I was a youngin', but the wee age of four (maybe, everything gets kinda fuzzy when I think of this event) and my mother tells me we're going to the zoo.

So I get far to excited to be normal and start wigging out.

I psych myself up by running around in circles.

But, what horror, there is an unfortunately placed car door in my path.

I don't remember much after that, but I know that we didn't go to the zoo that day.