" ..poor baby fell in the dal ..and she didn't even cry!"

I find myself really attached to the stories of my escapades when I was young. I am possessive about them, and also in a weird way proud of them. One of my favourite is when I fell into a bowl of dal when I was sitting on the dining table, I did not cry.* grin grin* How this surprisingly premature warning about the clumsiness to follow is dear to me is beyond me.