:: Scary Story ::
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When I was 3 or 4 years old, my brothers entertained me - and themselves - by throwing me in the air. Apparently, I enjoyed it, so they kept me airborne pretty often.

One day, one of my brothers decided he'd take things a bit further. He decided he'd throw me as high as he could. He tried. Now... can you see where this is headed? Can you understand why I chose this specific title?

My brother heaved. I flew. Gravity pulled.

I flipped over in mid-air and my brother didn't know how he would catch me. My sisters and my other brother, watching the whole time, were frozen in fear. In the meantime, I hurtled to the ground head first.

I was less than a foot away from the ground and I was still in free-fall. My brother reached forward and tried to stop me.

He caught me by the ankles. I was 3 or 4 inches from the ground.

I survived unscathed.

I don't remember this incident, but my siblings do. They say I've also gone through other traumatic experiences... none of which I remember right now.

Isn't my family great?