I was one of these who for some reason, being that my sister and I both forgot our house key, I climbed on to the roof, using a tree. Once I was on the roof, being egged on by neighbors as well as my sister, I oops, slid into the chimney! I was then rather stuck. What did I do while I was in there? Inside a chimney, though I was young enough and small enough to slide in, there is not much room to move around.
To make a long story short, someone called the fire department, who tried the damper, which I was standing on. They lowered a rope and pulled me out through the top. I grabbed on to the rope, as my hands were above my head, and it would have been too painful to put the rope around me. I came out, covered with soot, and looked at myself in the fire truck side view mirror.
In the days of my youth, when myself and my neighbors would walk around on campus at a nearby University, we were in the Drama building, me and one other. One of the instructors approached us in the hall. He asked if I could fake a limp, I tried, and he put us in a play production. I became Tiny Tim in a rendition of A Christmas Carol, called “Scrooge.”
I was once on the Art Linkletter Show, when I was in Kindergarten. I went to Nursery School at Co-Op, and I was in the Cub Scouts and YMCA Indian Guides. I had a few Judo lessons, two years. I once won a Pinewood Derby contest, reigning undefeated. I also got several bullseyes at the Archery firing line, at Camp. I’ve been bullied and I’ve been fooled, I’ve been jinxed. I have been robbed of a brand new bicycle. I have been beaten up at school, when that bully broke my nose. I have been heckled from a car window. I have been asked if I needed a ride.
I’m sure there’s more, I’ll save it for later.