When I was young my dad was a pilot, so he wasn't home much. When he was home, he was always out in the garage working on cars. I would always want to go out to see what he was doing. One day I was especially persistent & finally got to go out there to play around. Of course, at that age, I was very curious and this happened to be the day that the oil was being changed in the Oldsmobile. I was just tall enough to stand on my tippy toes, grab onto the side of the pan with the old in it that was sitting on top of a stool, and then try to pull myself up so I could see what was in it. Physics being what it is, though, the pan flipped off the stool before I was able to pull myself up & the oil ended up all over me. I think that little trick resulted in a trip to the hospital.