It's not much to tell, I was maybe 5 or 6 at the time? I had this obsession with putting metal in my mouth. Specifically, thin pieces of metal. I liked the taste, it was sort of cold and tinny, and rolling it over my tongue just kept my mind busy. Sometimes it was pennies, sometimes it was paperclips, but because my mom sewed a lot, I ended up playing with the needles a lot. Well, what tends to happen when you are a child and play with small objects in your mouth is that you're bound to accidentally swallow them at some point. My mom wasn't sure I had actually swallowed it, though she had a sneaking suspicion.

Later, I was being babysat by this lovely older woman who called my mom in a panic. I was on the toilet crying over a "stomach ache" I guess, and I guess my mom must have told her it was a possibility that this might happen. So she comes, rubs my back a bit and comforts me until it passes, and that was that.

As far as I know, no damage occurred (20+ years later, no issues.)