The first time was when I accidentally cut myself with a new knife while trying to chop a cabbage. Thankfully due to quick reflexes, it wasn’t a serious cut, but I remember for just a split second that old childhood instinct of looking around for the adult kicked in… right before I remembered I was the adult, and was the one in charge of the situation.

After that I just got myself plastered up and was groovy. Still have the scar to this day to remind me of my green nemesis.