Grounded

Tales from the backyard…Our neighbors, the Thurnbecks, had kids my older sibling’s age.  They would go over and play and I would tag along.  One day they were watering something; I don’t know what and would collect the water in buckets from a faucet at the side of the house.  I wanted to help but was told not to touch a bare wire which was close to the faucet.  This wire was a ground wire for the TV.  I had accidentally touched it once and nothing happened, but the next time my hand was on the faucet and that’s where I stayed, glued to both the faucet and the wire and could not release from either.  I yelled and yelled for help but every time someone would touch me, they would get a shock and then Mrs. Thurnbeck thought to unplug the TV and I was saved.  It had no ill effects other than burning a hole through my thumbnail and maybe my memory brain cells got fried, I can’t remember.