When I was 5 or 6, we were living in Sioux Falls SD. I went down the street to my friend's house to see if she could come out and play in the snow. While I was waiting for them to answer the door, I licked the snow off of the decorative metal grill on the screen door.
Yep, my tongue got stuck. I grabbed it with my little mittened hand, left the outer layer of my tongue, and ran home crying with blood running all down the front of me. My mother, the nurse, took care of me...while my dad told me how stupid I was.
