Winter 1977

This is one of the first memories I have from when I was a little kid.
I was about three years old. It was winter and it was cold! (that rhymes! ;o) )

In that year I lived with my mom and dad and my two sisters at my grandad's farm, because our house was being rebuilt and renovated.
My grandad's farm was built in old style still, which meant that there was a living-part and threshing-floor and there wasn't a straight entrance from the threshing-floor to the living-part, so every time we had been on the threshing-floor and wanted to go to the living-part (or vice-versa) we had to go out and walk around and then back in.
Also this particular day. A winterday, I think it was a Saturday, but I don't remember exactly anymore. It was icy cold and mom put us in "bath" (no genuine bathtubs back in that time on the farm, so we were washed in a zinc tub) on the threshing-floor.
And afterwards we had to go back inside, but we had to go around, through the icy cold weather, almost naked with nothing but a towel.
That wasn't ofcourse the nicest thing, but well... We didn't know any better, so we just ran quickly around back and inside. Where it was warm, because grandad had this extremely functional "everything burner", the kind of heater with a glass door you can open and stuff everything and it'll burn (no environmental rules back in that time either).
My sisters and me were put together in the tub, so we got in the living room together. But they were a lot bigger already than I was, and also a lot faster, so they took the nicest places around the heater to warm up. Which ofcourse I couldn't stand and I was SO cold, that I had to get closer.
I looked first at my sisters and then I just went passed them and I walked towards the heater. It was so nice and warm and there was this warm radiation coming from the glass.
So I dropped my towel, turned around and pushed my naked ass against the glass, which had reached the approximate temperature of over 100 degrees Celcius with everything burning inside there.
It hurt so bad that I started yelling like a pig on the butcher's bench. First reaction was to get away from it, so I tore most of the skin from my ass, leaving it behind on the glass of the heater and then because it hurt so much I sat down on the carpet and rubbed my ass back and forth over the carpet, which made it hurt even more.
Mom almost got a heartattack when she saw what happened and we rushed to the doctor where she got somuch bandage that there's still some left *g*

I don't remember what kind of burnings they were, but to me it felt like 25th degree burnings *g* Luckily I never kept any traumas from it.
And I'm not even afraid of heaters ;o)