Hopefully not too long-winded of a story. I have an embarrassingly long arsenal of stories of stupid things I've done. Enjoy!
I was an American Air Force brat and at age 11, we lived off-base in a German village, Thaleischweiler-Fröschen. I loved walking through the village; I felt totally safe and adventurous.I was also a latchkey kid so that meant spending a lot of time on my own and oftentimes, I could be found walking through the village and finding things to do (like impromptu soccer games with the kids in the village or in this case, simply going on a walk.)
A river runs through part of Thaleischweiler and on one such outing, I went to cross a bridge that crosses that river. I was carrying a pack of trading cards of some sort. At that time, trading
cards were pretty popular, and while I don't remember what kind of trading cards they were, I remember valuing them highly. Well, being a klutz, I dropped the pack of cards and it fell down into a crack in the bridge. I could see the pack of cards but could not fit my hands into the crack to grab them. I wasn't about to leave the pack of cards and it looked like I could reach my arm around the left side and down underneath to access that part of the bridge. Well, I laid down on my belly and that's exactly what I attempted to do. I did manage to reach the pack of cards, but quickly realized that my arm was stuck.
I didn't understand why. I tried to get my arm loose and started to panic when it wasn't coming free. It didn't take long for a small crowd of Germans to assemble around me, a sense of urgency clear in worried and concerned voices. I learned German in school but because I was in such a panic, I wasn't doing a good job of getting past the language barrier to communicate with them. Still, some things transcend those sorts of barriers and they tried to help. They couldn't get my arm loose either.
I guess someone in the crowd recognized me from seeing me near my home and they ran all the way to my home and fetched my Dad. (Luckily, he'd just gotten home from work.) He was able to figure out that the way I'd oriented my arm reaching in had made it flat and able to fit in, but I'd rotated my arm which made it taller and no longer able to get out. Needless to say, he got my arm out and I went home looking mighty sheepish but also very appreciative of the wonderful people that helped me that day.