When I was seven years old, I sat on top of a small metal child’s trash can. I slid down and then crawled out. I repeated this until I became overheated, it was summertime in Miami, Florida. I became stuck and it took many attempts, turbulent tears on my part, my siblings laughter turned into consternation and me looking like a half-wit with my legs and arms flailing wildly in the air, before I was rescued. This turned out to be a difficult thirty minute lesson. One which I never repeated … nor ever wanted to.