It all happened when I decided to play fireman as a kid.

My father was a fireman and so as a child, we of course, had a dalmation.

I had the brilliant idea to take the metal ladder from the swingset and put my arms through it and slide it around my waist. I then hooked the dalmation dog (Sissy) up to a red metal wagon by her collar with a jump rope and sat in the wagon.

Well, Sissy was a runner. You couldn't let her out of the gate in the yard without her taking off, which, I of course was counting on to get me to the imaginary fire. Off we went at lightning speed down the street. Here we come to save the day!

Enter squirrel -

She saw the squirrel in someones yard, and like any dog would do, took off after it, me in tow. This might have all gone over without mishap if there wasn't the curb. Not the nice, rolling curb that you can ride a bike up and down, but the kind of curb that is STRAIGHT up and down. The 90 degree kind.

The front wheel of the wagon hit the curb, I flew out of the wagon and landed face down, ladder implanted in the grass, hovering above the lawn with only my feet touching the grass.

Don't recall ever putting the fire out that day!

Never did that again!!!

Oh, and now that I think about it, there was a red Beetle that was always parked a few houses away. I wonder if it was there that day?!