I have a memory that I revisit often. I was still in diapers sitting on the floor of the apartment in front of an electrical socket. On the floor was a staple, maybe a carpet staple. I thought, that looks like it could fit there, and picked up the staple and tried to plug it in. I got shocked, I saw a spark, and I jolted back in fear that I was about to die. In a flash, it was over. I was staring at a black mark on the faceplate of the electrical socket.