This, and another story, are the ones my parents break out when company is over. Usually company I bring.
I was a rambunctious kid. I’m sure most of you have figured this out because I’m a rambunctious adult. I didn’t like to get into trouble so much as trouble seemed to find me wherever I went. Well when I was a wee one of about three we (my family and I) were still living in Michigan and we’d gone to my grandmother’s (my father’s mother) for a visit before the long haul down to Florida.
My father decided after 15 years as a police officer he wanted to move to Florida and open an ice cream shop. Don’t ask me why because I haven’t a clue.
Well we had gone to my grandmothers and she’d given me her keys to play with around her house. I’m thinking back then keys were an acceptable toy for a three year old so I toddled off with them. At some point during the adults’ conversation I came back pale faced and terrified. I buried myself in my mother’s side (I’ve always been a momma’s girl) and wouldn’t tell anyone what was wrong.
Eventually they calmed me enough for me to show, not tell, them what I’d done. Apparently I mimed taking the keys and placing them in an electrical socket in a spare bedroom.
I’d electrocuted myself.
Now terrified my mother checked me all over and aside from some blistering on my hand I didn’t appear to be harmed.
To this day I’m still a little disappointed I didn't develop superpowers from this incident.