>>82203686
When I was four or three, I was ravenously curious. I wanted to climb anywhere I could, see inside any cabinets and boxes I could, and take apart toys to tinker with. When I was visiting my Grandma's house, I noticed the windows on the second level didn't have bug screens on them. Naturally, I wanted to crawl through it to climb onto the roof and see what it was like up there. I walked around the roof, and I found it hilarious how my mom, grandma, and uncle were all screaming in terror for me to come down. Eventually my uncle gets onto the roof and brings me back into the house. They then forced me to take a nap in the same room without a bug screen on the window. They didn't realize that was how I got out there. I went to crawl out the window again, but this time it was raining. The moment I put both feet onto the roof, I slipped off the slick shingles. I was hanging onto the gutter for dear life. I remember kicking my legs, struggling to get a foothold on anything. I remember my strength giving out and me dropping, and I don't remember much after that. I remember being carried away and being stuck into a machine, probably an X-ray machine. I only had a few bruises.
