For me, I think it was when I was playing in the yard, and saw one of my mom’s pots of dirt for her garden, and I thought “yeah this would be good to dump on my lap”
It was full of fire ants. Big, angry, north carolinian fire ants.
I was covered in red welts and all I remember is screaming at the top of my lungs while my mom sprayed me down with a hose
A flowerpot fell on my head when I was little, on my forehead.
The thing is, I don’t remember this ever happening. There’s a photo of me with a giant bandage, and I still have a scar in the form of some dented skin. But I can’t recall anything from that time.
Maybe it’s because I was like 2 or 3 years old or something. But I find it a little bit unsettling that my memory is a blank.