I was five years old. I wanted something from the top cabinet. Mom kept things up there that she did not want available to little hands.
Being bare footed was handy then. I used a kitchen chair to help me climb onto the counter.
Even on the counter I could not reach easily what I wanted. I reached as far as I could. Could not reach.
I stood on my toes and stretched to reach as far as I could. Almost but not quite there.
I tried again. I reached as far as I could... Oooops.. Something fell.
I looked down and immediately knew I was in big trouble. Mom had put a big box of thumbtacks up there. Now there were tacks all over the kitchen floor.
I quickly climbed down to collect and hide the evidence. As I jumped from the chair to the floor I screamed in pain. My bare feet were full of tacks.
Immediately I sat down to pull the tacks out of my feet. Yep. I sat right in the tacks. Now my bottom was full of tacks too.
By this time Mom was there. She picked up her crying little girl and began removing tacks. Fortunately there was no serious damage.
My poor mother/ She raised seven of us. All of us did some pretty stupid things.
