I was in preschool, about three years old. I wanted to be like the other kids, so I broke the plastic spoon in half as they did before throwing it away. Only, when mine broke, a piece chipped off, flew back at my face, and lodged itself in my nose. The teachers wanted to take it out and clean me up, but I didn't believe them that it was even there. They had to take me across the hall to the room where my grandmother was teaching just to have her tell me that there was indeed a piece of spoon stuck in the side of my nose. I still have a slight scar from it.