I think my earliest memory is of me at about three? My older half brother had taken my teddy bear and threw him on the heater vent. The house had one of those old systems in which the vent was metal and extremely hot. Mom had placed a string fence around it and warned me not to go there because I'd get hurt. My half-brother threw my bear on the vent because he was being mean and thought it was funny. I had to go over the string to get him, in a child's mind Teddy was going to get hurt and I had to help him.
I ended up hurting my feet from the heat on the metal grating. Mum scolded me for it until she found out why I went over there in the first place. I remember my idiot half brother got in trouble for it. I still have that bear and he's always been a bit singed. As a result, I never like that half brother. And I don't like people touching my stuff.
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