Like many kids, when I was around eight years I hated taking baths. One day, my mother got so frustrated with me, that she decided to leave me alone and see how long it would take me to bathe on my own. After nearly eight months, she was so exasperated, that she grabbed and aggressively plopped me in the bath tub. After that, I began bathing regularly on my own… not because I was afraid of my mother, but because I almost died. While I was in the tub, after the water mixed with all the dirt on my body, I was almost killed in a mudslide.
