So when I was a toddler, I got "stuck" (read: not stuck at all) in this weird hole-y table at my grandma's house. Being a toddler, I flipped out. When my mom came running to my screams, she just laughed and took my picture. I was so mad at her.
Aaand yet another thesis piece. My grandma liked to tell my cousins and I bedtime stories that weren't really appropriate for young children (or bedtime). We got so scared we ran up stairs and slept on the couch.