When I had just turned three years old, I (like any normal child) loved to wear my mom's high heels. I would walk around in them and pretend I was older and more mature and all that... but just as adults get into trouble with their high heels sometimes, so did I. Because it looked better to have my heels all the way back on top (plus, it made me taller! hehe), I would lean myself back there, Of course, that's not very stable in high shoes with itsy bitsy feetsies. And, of course, I had to be standing at the top of the stairs for this... you guessed it. CRASH BOOM BONK SMACK!!! I made a terrible fall down all 18 stairs, onto the tile floor below in the entryway. And, as with any horrible children's accident, I landed on my face. I got a very interesting black eye... which we called a "rainbow eye" because it kept turning colors. I even remember bragging to my friends at school how I had a rainbow eye, and that it was special, cuz "that's what my daddy said."