Once when I was in elementary school my dad came to pick me up from soccer practice. We crossed the playground as we walked to the car. My dad said try to do a pull-up. I hopped up and grabbed the bar, but that was as high off the ground as I went. My dad walked up and said I'll help you. As he said that I let go, and landed on his foot, in my cleats. (It should also be noted I was a fat kid).
He didn't say anything, and I thought he was furious. As an adult, I realized he was speechless as to not swear.
I asked him about that last year, and he had no memory of it, whatsoever. It's funny the things that stick with you, but don't with someone else.
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