We used to have a sand-pit at the edge of the cement, with about a 10cm drop down to it. So one day I'm riding my little trike around, and go straight over the edge, head first into the sand. It was everywhere; up my nose, in my nose, ears, mouth, eyes. I was screaming and crying, and my whole family's laughing their asses off at me.
My parents also remind me, quite often, of the time I was eating a sandwich near the baby fence at the door, and the dog came and tried to take it out of my mouth. And I didn't want to let go. Neither did the dog.

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