Another Story sent by Mike (naturo_94@msn.com). Thank you for the interesting account!
It happened during a summer when I was about four or five and I was at the lake with my family. There was also a play area with a big house from which you could slide down a play ground slide. I decided to not climb on the house by the normal ladder but go right up by the handrails of each floor. When I reached the last floor, which was about five to six meters (19 feet) high someone stepped on my fingers so that I lost grip and fell. I just remember that I had started to fall and the next thing I remember was that I was sitting in the grass in front of the building. Until today I don't have any memories of the "falling process". I often asked myself if it really happened but I am 100% sure I climbed up that building and I knew for sure I was sitting on the grass.
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