A confession, forty-five years later...
I have another life lesson story to share with you.
This one is on the lighter side. Perhaps I'll reveal my darker secrets in that lurid expose' I plan to write someday...
This true story happened when I was about eight. I was staying at my Grandma's house, as I often did.
I had taken one of her old-fashioned metal ice trays from the freezer. I loved popping ice out of it, even though my little hands could barely pull the lever back. I am not sure what I was doing or what I said, but I do remember my grandmother's warning "Now be careful! Don't ever put your tongue or lips on that, because you will stick to it!!"
How did she know that I really wanted to lick that white frost off the side of the tray? Was she a mind reader?
You can predict what happened. I just had to find out for myself! Of course I waited until Grandma was on the other side of the house.
The next thing I knew, my tongue was stuck and I was stifling panicked sobs! I was almost hyperventilating, which caused my glasses to fog up. Not being able to see made matters worse!
I tried to gently pull my tongue off, but it was glued to the metal. I decided to try some warm water. I can't remember details of my delicate tray removal method, but I know it wasn't delicate enough. There was some blood shed and a little piece of tongue skin frozen to the ice tray. Ahh, the price I paid for curious rebellion!
That scenario in my mind is still funny to me, although it wasn't funny at the time.
The moral: I should respect the advice of those who have more experience than I do! Especially those who really care about my well-being.
Oh, and Grandma knows all!
There's more where that came from!