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When I was a kid my grandparent’s house didn’t have central heating, so they always had a kerosene heater in the kitchen to keep the house warm. One day when I was staying with them because my parents were out of town or at work, my uncle and I were playing around on a scale next to the heater. I would stand on the scale and he’d push down on my shoulders to make me weigh 100lbs or something, which was fun for a 5 year old or however old I was. Then he left to make some popcorn or something and I decided to make myself lighter by pulling up on the scale. Obviously that didn’t work, but I lost my grip and then lost my balance, and fell on the heater, stopping myself with my arm on its hot surface. Needless to say I burned the crap out of my arm, and still have the scar to this day a little bit. My palm turned into a giant blister. It was like holding a baseball all the time or something, except it was a huge ball of skin and whatever is inside blisters, instead of a baseball.

So let that be a lesson to you… don’t play on scales around a kerosene heater when you’re 4 - 6 years old! I just wanted to write about this to warn all the 4 - 6 year olds that read my blog, to keep them from hurting themselves.

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I got that beat Derek. When I was 9 I was at a cookout with family for my birthday when my cousin’s poodle bit me on the hand and wouldn’t let go. I flailed around for a few seconds trying to throw the dog off my hand before I fell over and my other hand landed on a glowing hot hibachi grill. The grill stuck to my hand until cold water was poured on it.

Worst night of my life. One hand bandaged from the dog bite and the other from the burns.

To top that off I also woke up with the flu the next morning.

Great site and great post!

Wow that sucks Todd! How did you even type this after having your hands chewed up and barbequed? :) If it weren’t so terrifying and gruesome and painful, that probably would have been a good clip for America’s Funniest Home Videos. :)

Well, I’ve had 18 years to recover from it but I still have this strange fear of tiny, curly haired dogs.

You should have heard my wife laugh the first time my parents told her that story. She still makes fun of me when I go to cookout on the grill.

“Watch out for any stray dogs!”

And actually…yeah, it probably was pretty funny to watch:)