When I was about 5 – 6 I was playing on the side of the house. It was a cold wintry day. I mean cold. My friend had told me that if a person stuck their tongue on a flag pole that it would get stuck. Well being the curious youngster that I was I decided to put it to the test, I stuck my tongue on Dad’s truck and…it stuck! I was so scared that I yanked back tearing my tongue loose. I cried and cried. When Mom and I went back out to see what happened I swear that I could actually see skin still on the side of the truck.