FLASH BACK

I burned my fingers pretty bad tonight on the stove. I was cooking supper in the oven, and was cleaning the kitchen a bit at the same time. I was wiping down the top of the stove, and lifted up the elements to clean under them. Ouch! My index, bird and ring finger all got toasted! The element wasn't even on but because the heat from the stove comes up through a pipe under that element it was super hot. Wish I would have known the construction of the oven beforehand. So now I have a rather sore set of fingers, the ones that I need to write with. Hopefully it heals quick because I have tests and assignments coming out the wazoo this week and need to be able to write quickly and pain free.
This incident brought back a childhood memory, one of those "not the brightest crayon box" memories. I forget how old I was, for the sake of my pride we will say I was really young and thus did not know any better. Although with the stories I share on blog I don't know why I am suddenly worried about looking foolish. The details are a little fuzzy, I think I was sitting on the counter. My mom had been cooking something on the stove and then had taken the pot and turned the burner off.
As any mother would, she warned me "Don't touch that, it's hot."
"This one?" I asked as I rested my hand on the burner to indicate what I inquiring about.
The screams and tears soon followed I am sure. I remember being left with a couple of blisters which were a copy of the rings on the element and had to have my whole hand bandaged.