I was about 8 and we had this tall bureau (maybe eight feet high) that I climbed onto. It suddenly toppled over and I had to leap to safety. It had lots of glass on the front and you know the rest. My mom came running downstairs to see if I was dead.
Another glass-related story. I was a tool to my sisters and one sister threw a shoe at me. As in the first story I exhibited my athleticism and ducked but I was standing in front of our china cabinet. You know the rest of this story, too. Glass and dishes everywhere.
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