When I was 3 or 4 I spotted something on top of the chest of drawers that I wanted. Being a clever child, I pulled the bottom drawer way out, the next one not so far out, and the next one just out a little. So I had a nice set of stairs to climb.
My great grandmother heard the crash and came running, pulled the chest off me and got me out. Somewhere there's a cute picture of me with a big grin and two black eyes, plus a swollen, probably broken nose.
Grandma had to be at least 75 at the time. My parents were amazed at her strength.
I think I'll see if I can find that picture.
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Nope, couldn't find it. It wasn't where it was supposed to be, so it might as well not exist.
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