When I was seven and my brother two, we climbed into a broken dryer while we were playing spaceman, and it was the kind that locked when shut-we couldn't get out.
We were in there for nearly four hours in August in Dallas.
If my mother hadn't knocked over a glass when she woke up from a nap, we wouldn't have started yelling so she could hear us and release us. We nearly bought two little farms.
Ever since, I've really gotta psyche up for enclosed spaces and whatnot.