I was around 5 and my cousin Joe was 4 when we got our first slinkies on Christmas Day at My Grand Mothers house, we would take them upstairs and race them down a big stairwell and mine would always would finish first.
We had one more race and instead of Joe's slinky going down the steps he had pushed me down them instead, I hit every freakin' one of those steps!
I think Joe was a poor sport on losing but I got even, when he was a sleep I took his slinky and tied him up to the bed with it.
Needless to say I got my ass whooped again,come to think of it I had alot of ass whoopings on Christmas!
Laissez les bon temps rouler!
And as always thanks for listening!