1. Heartbreak. First time was absolutely terrible, an odd feeling that nothing would make go away. Truly like there was a hole in my chest. The second time wasn't really heartbreak, more of a numb feeling this one tied in close to my #2. The First still haunts me, however.
2. Betrayal. That's a god-awful feeling right there.
3. The talk about have Legos underfoot reminds me of the most painful physical situation I've ever been in.
I was a young'n playing with my bucket of legos, when I stood up to leave the room. Well a certain red 6-block (thats what I called the 6-peg ones anyway) The sudden pain made me stumble backwards. I hit a dresser behind me knocking a cast-iron lamp off. It knocked out two of my teeth (to be fair they were baby teeth, overdue to come out) and cut my lip. I still have that offending lego around here somewhere.