When I was about 5 or so
an aquaintance had me convinced that the juice of one of the plants on their property was extremely toxic and with only skin contact, death was certain.
I cannot remember the circumstances, but somehow he had managed to get a fair quantity of this plant juice all over me.
So I sat for some time in my parents car pondering my fate, certain that death was near, scared shitless that I would be in the worst trouble I've ever been in, for dying.
It took me some time, but after thinking it through,I finally realised that if I was dead, I couldn't be in trouble.
Not a whole lot has rattled me since I figured that out.
(M61A1 CUPID- STUNTS, Fri 6 Apr 2012, 8:01, Reply)