Household, yes. When I was little, eight to almost ten, we lived in an ancient apartment building. There were no electrical outlets in my bedroom, and the only one nearby was built into the top of the bathroom medicine cabinet. So, needing to use something eletrical, I got on a stool and tried to plug in an extension cord. Even with a stool the outlet was way above my head, and I managed to touch the prongs while plugging the cord in.
I’ve never felt anything like that since, and I’m good with that.
I was changing out a light socket, and it didn’t work the first time, so I redid the wires, absolutely sure that I had turned the circuit breaker off the second time. :smack:
Worst: 14 years old, carpet had been shampoo’d and was wet, I was barefoot, I touched the light switch and BOOM.
When I lived on the hobby farm as a teen, I’d disconnect the fence and go out to repair it, be sitting or kneeling on the ground repairing it and my dad would walk in the barn, see it was unplugged and plug it back in. Far too often. Given our relationship, those were the few times when I lost my temper and screamed at HIM for being stupid about it.
I was very curious as a kid and a bit of a little shit, so when I was about 8 I cut the cord off a lamp and stripped the ends. I was having quite a good time lighting bulbs and such until I got careless and damn near bit through my tongue as I stood in my room mentally yelling at myself “drop the wires you dummy!”
I’ve touched electric livestock fence a couple of times. Different sensations each time. The first time, as a kid, I touched the fence and nothing happened. So I held on to it. I guess it was one of those ones that pulse - I felt like something slammed into my elbow. Never touched that one again and completely understood why the horses would not go near it.
I’ve accidently touched them and felt an unpleasant buzzing. I also must have touched one trying to close the gate because I found myself sitting down and had no recollection of getting there. My horse was still walking towards me.
I also reached over a fence to adjust a horse’s halter and must have touched the wire with my shirt or my breast - both me and the horse felt that one.
Gotten a lift off a few things that must have had a short in them or bare wires somewhere. Hate that feeling.
Yes, I used to deliberately shock myself on electric fences a lot as a kid (we lived in an area with lots of livestock) and would to see how much voltage I could take. I’ve also shocked myself playing with outlets but I don’t know what the voltage was. More recently I’ve had fun with a TENS unit and a taser.
I don’t find the sensation of an electrical shock unpleasant or painful (of course I’ve never had one which caused burns, etc). It feels cool and is exhilarating.
Felt 110, a fence, and 220. As a kid I used to get shocked so often that the family joke was that I could get an electrical shock from an unplugged lap.
The worst was when I was 10 or 11. I had just got out of the shower, and was still damp. I went into the living room, placed a bare, wet foot on a metal vent, reached up with the oppisate hand and tried to turn a wall lamp on. Instead I grabbed a bare wire the landlord hadn’t repaired right.
I’ll double, then triple that. I once managed to brush up against 440v three phase. Fortunately, my skin was dry (only time I’ve ever appreciated calluses!) and my soles were rubber - what could have easily been fatal was just a hell of a sting that left my hand temporarily paralyzed for a few minutes. Really unpleasant feeling.
I don’t even try to count the number of times I’ve been bit by 110.
worst time was when I had a car up on a lift and was peeking around under it with a standard drop light. you know, one of these things. See how the handle also has a 110 VAC outlet on it? when you are holding one of those such that your hand is partially covering that outlet, and inspecting the underside of a car in winter, and a glop of salty slush falls onto the exact spot where your hand is on that outlet, it hurts. and you can’t open your hand to let the thing go.
As an electrician I’ve had all type of experiences with voltage. Thankfully few few on my own body. I’ve felt the tingling of 120 a few times. Key to working with live wires is never putting yourself in a position to get seriously hit. I’ve only felt 120 on one hand on a few occasions, I’ve never felt it across my body.
As a kid I had plenty of electrical fence experiences. One of the local farms had an electric fence. It was a contest to see who could hold onto it the longest.
My father has an electric fence around his garden. Him and his GF are terrified of the thing and won’t go into the garden area unless it’s off. I’m OK with occasionally getting hit by it while climbing through. It hurts and I try to avoid the shock but it doesn’t hurt quite enough that I’d go out of my way to turn it off.
I’ve seen plenty of exploded services, panels, and fixtures to know what I don’t want to be hit by. I’ve shown up for the aftermaths of some expensive mishaps
The most expensive one I watched was a well drilling rig go through an underground service. Those bits aren’t cheap and there wasn’t much left of it.
I somehow managed to shock myself while repairing something in our breaker box, about two minutes after reminding my wife that I am always safe around electricity (and while she was still there to see me do it). :smack:
Grabbed both prongs of a plug and plugged it into a socket when I was about 5 or 6 years old.
Also got shocked reaching around the insides of a prototype industrial controller (that I had designed) while it was switched off. At first I was like wtf then I remembered that there were a couple of live 110 volt points even if the power switch was off (the AC had to get into the box and up to the power switch somehow).
I accidentally touched an electric fence in high school.
Considering how often I’m around exposed wiring (sometimes much higher than even 220 volts) I guess that’s not too bad of a total.
Nearly electrocuted myself when I was about 8. I decided to vacuum the car while standing barefoot in a puddle of water. The last thing I remember before I lost consciousness was my dad running towards me from the garage. Then I had a dream that he was holding the vacuum to my mouth, which turned out to be him giving me mouth-to-mouth resuscitation.