Tenuous link to actual QOTW....
My first memory is of my sister dropping a wardrobe on me. I was about 4 so she would of been nearly 7.
We had made an 'assault course' in her bedroom, basically a karate belt tied between two wardobes facing each other. The idea was to grab the rope whilst at one wardrobe, and shimmy along with our hands before reaching the other end. To our young minds this was dazzinlgy attractive peril, with no real danger element. Or so we thought. Big sis jumps to grab the belt, with me standing bang in the middle of the journey. As soon as she grabs the rope and starts sagging to the ground I saw her face change immediatly from one of childish glee, to one of abject terror. Thinking one of our parents has walked in I turned to see the wardrobe starting to fall in my direction, then continue to fall and *clonk* me square in the face, then one sidedly wrestle me to the ground, and trap me.
My sister wasn't strong enough to remove the wardobe by herself, and was too scared to go find my dad to help remove it from me.
I was there for half an hour before dad realised that it was *too* quiet.

We got a bollocking.

The next day my sister threw me down the stairs after stuffing me into a duvet cover. Bitch.
(Formaly Over say's hello, Wed 23 Apr 2008, 17:40, Reply)