I was, lets say, six. There I was, barely four feet tall, staring up at the gigantic playground dome at school. My mom was talking to my teacher out in the distance. It was after school and nobody was around. I was the biggest chicken and never even dared to think about climbing the dome but something came over me that day. I just knew I had to try. So I did and when I got to the top I froze. The ground was so far away and I couldn't move a muscle. So I cried. I was so sure I was going to fall to my death. Out of nowhere this woman comes and picks me up and puts me on the ground. I was saved. I just looked up at her and she smiled and then walked away. That was the nicest thing a stranger's done for me. No I have never done the same for anyone else. I should. I should go to a playground and pick up random children. Wow, that sounded really weird. scratch that idea.