Me.
Aged about 3.

Plate glass window door into kitchen.

In my mind - what happens if you push the glass REALLY hard.

Answer. Huge scary fuckoff BANG and the door shatters into a million pieces.
(this was the '70s, so the door was ordinary glass, not nice safe glass like now)

One of my earliest memories is standing, naked, surrounded by seemingly endless shards of glass and crying for my mum cos I'm scared by the bang, and also scared of my mum who is shouting at me 'DON'T MOVE!!!!' and just generally wondering what the fuck was happening.

Not a scratch on me by some incredible miracle - but surrounded by glass no-one could quickly get to me, hence my mum screaming at me to stay still in my oasis of safety in an ocean made of glass.

My mum told me when I was all growed-up that she was equally scared shitless at what had happened and amazed I was ok.
(inflateable, Wed 2 Jan 2008, 21:47, Reply)