When I was about 5 years old, I stuck a small toy train deep into my nostril and couldn't pull it out by myself. Soon afterwards, I went to a hospital with my mother. :D
P.S. I thought of this topic thanks to Estanis's discussion "What's the craziest thing you've ever done for love?" and Rose's comment "I grew up with four siblings, and we often speak about our childhood. We laugh then about all the crazy things we did. "
Replies
Thank you for your response. Oh, it is dangerous. We must wait for a while until an iron get cold.
I was karate lover and used to apply it on my sibilings and friends for fun without hurting any of them, but very soon I realized it was not a good practice D
Thank you for your response. Yes, it is not good. :D
Hi, Mishaikh. Thank you for your response. Hehehe, you had a similar experience to me. I wonder if children want to put anything into their nostrils. :D
I myself don't remember, but my late mother used to tell us while I was a little I thrust a coin in my nose, which my mother got it out by slapping me on back side of my head. But parent should be watchful with the infant kids.
Hello, Saba. Thank you for sharing your cute experience. Children like hide and seek. I wonder whether hiding children want to be found or not. :D
Hi, Rose. Thank you for sharing your experience. That looks so dangerous. I can guess your mother was watching you while being very worried.
Children can't judge whether something is dangerous or not. Their curiosity outweighs caution, as you said.
Hi, Onee-chan. Thank you for your response. Please tell only the EC members that. I can't guess it. :D
However I am looking forward to another one. :D
I was an 8-year girl then.
The old bridge wasn't stable anymore was demolished.
The town let built a temporary bridge. A wood bridge.
There were wood struts beneath the bridge.
I think they served the additional stabilization.
We always played on the river and one day we came up with the idea to shimmy from the one to the other shore.
With hands and feet on the struts, we shimmied forward and reached the other bank.
On the other bank my mother, who had seen everything, was waiting. She had seen our action.
She scolded me, brought me home, and gave me weeks house arrest.
This incident came in my mind when I was in my old hometown, to care for my mother for some weeks.
I went for a stroll with my sister and came to the river with the (new) bridge. Of course, the temporary bridge doesn't exist anymore.
Today I know how dangerous that was back then. But what does danger to a child mean? Nothing or not much because it cannot assess it and the desire for discovery always outweighs the caution.
-
1
-
2
of 2 Next