Late fall / early winter 1979

It was around the birthday of either my mom or dad. The whole family was over for a birthday visit; grandfathers, grandmother, all the aunties and uncles. Probably most of you know what it's like.
Even with my five years I was already majorly annoyed with the overly interested family. With all the sloppy, wet kisses and the Oh my! Have you grown! You're already such a big boy! I was happy to be able to escape the lot and roam around the house.
My way lead up the stairs to the second floor, where I did some unimportant things until I discovered the "bars" of the fence that was built around the staircase. That was interesting playground.
It took me only a few moments to discover that it was great to push my head through the bars and look down the stairs. However... I was quickly done looking, since there wasn't much to see. So I decided to find something else to be bored with. But when I wanted to pull back my head, I couldn't. My ears were in the way. I tried several times, in several directions and angles, but in vain. And when I finally realized that I wasn't going to get out anymore, I started squeeling.
Mom was on the stairs in a minute and saw the problem immediately. Dad followed not much after and they both tried to push me back without any success. As soon as they started pushing and my ears touched the bars I started yelling harder.
Mom and dad both were starting to get desperate in means to get me out, but they hadn't counted with my aunt. She was the straight-forward, no-nonsense kind of person. With the logic of Einstein himself she came up the stairs: he put his head through, so he can get back, too.
Like we hadn't tried! But she was convinced. She put her hand against my head and didn't listen to my yells when she started pushing my head back. And when she felt the resistance of my ears on the bars she gave an extra hard push and pushed me right back through.
My ears hurt like hell, felt like they were ripped off, and I put up a sound with enough decibels to match a rock concert, but I was a free boy again.
My ears hurt still for like three weeks after that, but I had learned my lesson.