Wait, I DO have a traumatizing experience.
When I was 4 years old, I went to a multiple story clothing store in the town I grew up in. It was a hot summer day, the day before we were going on our family vacation.
Upon arrival at the store, we took the elevator to the second floor. Now, this was one of these oldfashioned elevators where the cage only has a floor, a ceiling, and two sides. I hope this is understandable (as it is vital to the story), but this means the front and back of the cage are not there, instead the front and back are really the front and back of the lift shaft. So, when the elevator moves up, the front and back move down, relatively speaking.
Still with me ?
OK. So, we’re in this elevator, and I’m leaning to the back wall (which is really the shaft, remember ?). The elevator starts moving up, and because of the hot wheather, my sweaty sticky little 4 year old arm gets stuck to the shaft and is forced hand first into the little crack that separates the lift floor from the shaft - maybe 2 to 3 inches wide.
The elevator stops, but not before my arm makes a series of disgusting cracking noises.
I’m stuck with my arm between the floor and the shaft, and to top it off, the elevator is of course stuck between floors.
My mother is screaming bloody murder, my sister is crying her eyes out, my father is trying to force the elevator doors open - and I’m just sitting there, numb with an INCREDIBLE pain in my arm.
Then my father starts kicking the shaft near my arm in order to get some more space to get my arm out. It works.
After 10 minutes, firemen force open the elevator doors and we are evacuated through the 1.5 foot tall opening that leads to the second floor.
We’re escorted to the personel restaurant of the store. I look out the window, and the street is packed with people. This is not weird, as there are 2 ambulances, a firetruck and 5 police cars parked in front of the store.
Upon arrival in the hospital, there’s a lot of debate whether or not my arm should be amputated. The doctors decide to just put it in a cast and see where it leads - hey, you can always amputate later, right ?
My arm healed fine, all I’ve got left is a terrible handwriting. I got some Lego from the store, as an apology. They also installed new, safer elevators.
After 22 years, I’m able to ride any elevator just fine. Don’t expect me to feel at ease in one, though…
Coldfire
“You know how complex women are”