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*hides from the former penguin*
My scariest moment was when my little sister was about a year and a half, I was carrying her down the stairs and I tripped. My automatic reaction was to shield her, which I did, whilst getting myself totally battered as I hit the remaining eight stairs on the way down. She was crying, obviously, but my step-mom said she was more worried about me, coz if my sis hadn't cried then it would have been more likely something was wrong with her. I was bruised as hell for like two weeks after that, and I refused to go near the stairs whilst holding Caitlin.