This is my first post on any stories so far. I don't have a lot to share, but I have a few stories, some of which happened to me, and a few that I saw happen to others.
First off, I should point out my name really isn't Kyle. I'm kind of paranoid about Internet safety so my real name won't get posted on here. Kyle is the name I use when I don't want my real name to get out but need a real-looking name for something. I was going to change it to another name after signing up here, but then realized I can't do that. Oh well. For the purposes of this board, I am Kyle.
I'm 23 now, but this first story took place all the way back when I was about 5 or 6.
When I was a kid, one of the toys I had was a pair of play handcuffs. Most toy handcuffs that I know of now have some kind of safety release, but if these had one, I didn't know how to work it. Looking back now, surely they did have some kind of safety and I just didn't know about it. That will play a role in this story.
The cuffs did have a key or 2, obviously. I always thought I was safe playing with them because of the key. I had them out one day and was bored and started locking myself in them in different positions. I was always safe because I could get to the key and get out.
Once I decided to try something I'd apparently seen on TV, cuffing myself to something. My bed seemed like the easiest thing to do it at the time. So I locked one cuff on my wrist and the other end to the bed. I thought I was safe because I could just grab the key and get out.
Unfortunately, it wasn't quite that easy. I had apparently forgot to keep the key within reach. Hey, I wasn't very old, I didn't know to plan these things out ahead of time. So now I had one wrist cuffed to the bed and I couldn't get out. I don't remember now, but I think my right wrist was cuffed and my left wrist was free. Anyway, I realized I was stuck. I started twisting around trying to get loose, but of course I couldn't. Today I could probably just move the whole bed and get the key, but I wasn't nearly that strong when I was that young.
Luckily, my parents were in the kitchen. So I started shouting out for them, because I was panicking at this point. So they came running in to see what was the matter. When they saw what was going on, it was apparently about the funniest thing they'd ever seen because they were both doubled over with laughter. I was on the verge of crying at this point and just wanted free.
Finally my mom stopped laughing, came in and picked the key up off the floor. She freed me from the handcuffs and checked to make sure I was all right (I was).
That was pretty much the end of it. After this the handcuffs were something I was much more careful with. I don't think I ever tried to handcuff myself to anything again. There is one other story I have dealing with them involving a girl in the neighborhood though. I can't promise it will be very soon, but I'll get around to telling it eventually.
My parents do still bring this story up when they want to tease me sometimes. My mom has said before she wishes she'd thought to get a camera to take my picture. Probably fortunately for me, she didn't think about it at the time.
I guess that's about it. I don't have a lot of specific details mostely because it was so long ago. I'm surprised I remember as much about it as I do. My parents probably help me out by bringing it up every now and then.