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I was about five years old and I would always go to my mums junior brother who did all our ironing every morning to demand that I iron my own clothes. Well this particular morning, I went to him at the boy's quaters(a smaller apartment at the back of the house) and demanded that I iron my uniform myself. He refused and gave his usual lecture of how I could get burned and how I could ruin my clothes, I told him I did not care, 'just let me iron my uniform' I said. he asked me to bring my hand, I thought he was going to give me the iron, instead he used the tip of the iron to touch my hand and it burned my hand, I was so shocked I ran off and never came back to bother his ironing! My mum did not find it funny. One day he asked me if I wanted to iron today, of course NO! I had learned my lesson. I always laugh when I think about it. When my younger brother was about three years, he would always come to me to ask to be allowed to do his own ironing, I one day told him if he was not careful I will let him learn from his own experience. It reminded me of my encounter with my uncle!