Was 11 months old, pulled the cord to the fresh brewed LARGE party-type coffee pot, with the spout, on counter above me and the whole scalding hot coffee rained down on me. I lived through it (Mom and Dad almost lost their minds) and what I remember was how quickly my Mom thought to rip my clothes off and put me in cool water, then the sound of the rescue siren, then the last of that memory was the bright lights at the hospital and everyone fussing... I still have many 3rd degree scars, drip-like on my back (weird!), left shoulder, left scvalp hairline, and left side chin..otherwise I have no memory of pain at all .... God was with me, no doubt.🙏
Funny thing is I have NO tolerance for pain since... Figures!😅