Many years ago, when I was about 13, my folks were renovating the old summer cottage we lived in to make it suitable for winter. Well dad was putting these floor registers for the heat to come up from the basment to the main part of the house. One day I was dusting for my mother, totally forgetting the open hole, in the floor way in the corner. All of a sudden I felt myself drop up to my waist, into the hole. Dad was in the basement and came running over to a pair of legs kicking from the hole up above, I was hollering my head off,while hanging onto the edge of the hole. He came up, took one look at me and burst out laffing. I was unhurt and he pulled me out of the hole. He said next time young lady, look where you're stepping. I seem to have a habit of doing things like that, but that's another story. |
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