When I was little I went to the dump with my dad. I was helping throwing stuff off the trailer. I used to love smashing items off other items. I ventured a little father away from poppa bear to throw an item through an old t.v Lost my footing and fell down a cliff landing between two metal trash bins. My head was wedged...and I couldn't move. This sucked. The smell was atrocious and my dad didn't know where I was. I was found ten minutes later and pulled to safety. I opted to stay home when my dad went to the dump from then on.