Hanging upside down
Speaking of childhood beds, we had bunk beds. I got this bright idea that I was going to take my pants and take the belt loop on the back and tie it up onto the post of that bunk bed and get onto the top bunk and jump into my pants. It worked, my legs went right down in it, but my center of gravity was up. So I got into them, and I spun around, and I was hanging there upside down, stuck.
Who pulled you out of that?
My brother, he got me out of that.
He didn’t let you hang there?
Yeah, a little bit, just to mess with me.