We had this tree, big tree. Somehow they built a playhouse up there in that tree. My brother fixed up a pulley with a rope that you could haul things up to that playhouse. It worked fine for getting furniture, boxes, anything like that up there. I don't know who of my brothers and sisters decided to do this, but someone thought about trying to pull me up to the playhouse.
Now this pulley had a big iron hook at the top. They wrapped the rope around my waist and started hauling me up. As I got near the playhouse I remember seeing my brother kind of reach out to me. Too late. The iron hook broke and came down on my head. I don't remember anything after that. That might have been a "near death" experience, but I'll never know.
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