4: I was a clever kid with a killer imagination and awfully bad luck. For instance, one time, I thought it’d be fun to play rock-climbing at my grandmas house. There’s stairs up to the patio that go up about… 6 feet or so I’d say. So I tied my rope to the rail and went downstairs and started climbing the wall with my rope.
It was all fun and games until my knot came undone (yeah yeah, I was never a boy scout, I know nothing of making knots [they don’t teach girl scouts that do they? I wasn’t one of those either :tongue:]) and I fell the whole way down and landed in a bush. Ouch.