This is not a story I remember but I feel it is a big part of my life that I feel  needs to be told. When I was about 2 or 3 years old Mom would cook on the wood Stove. On this particular day Mom was cooking a pot of Boiling Macaroni noodles for supper on the stove. I do not know why but for some reason I wanted to see what was on the stove. I pushed a Rocking Chair to the stove and stood on the rocking chair. Then as I was reaching for the handle of the hot pot of boiling macaroni Mom grabbed me quickly off of the rocking chair and slapped my bottom. She no sooner turned her back and I was back on  the rocking chair and grabbed the handle of the hot pot this time Mom did not see me in time .When I grabbed the pot I fell backwards and the hot boiling macaroni fell all over me. We did not have a phone so Mom got a neighbour to drive Mom and me to the police station. The then police drove Mom and me to the hospital. At the hospital they peeled the macaroni off of me just like you would peel an orange. I spent a few days in the hospital and then I went home. I still have a macaroni shaped scare on my upper body. Oh and the spilled macaroni was picked up off the floor and my family ate the rest of it because we were so poor.

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