When I was very young, probably about six or seven, I was helping Nona polish some silver for Christmas dinner. Thinking I'd be extra helpful, I grabbed some bowls off of the table and began polishing them as well. When Grandpa Dave saw what I was doing, he asked me (very loudly and angrily) if I was trying to poison everyone. I began to cry and ran upstairs to a bedroom and crawled under the bed. After a few minutes, Grandpa Dave came upstairs to try to entice me out. When I refused to move, he crawled under the bed as well and just lay there with me under I was ready to come back out.