As a toddler, his uncle George lived in a room upstairs, he crawled up the stairs to visit his Uncle George. No one answered his knocking. In his disappointment he forgot that he didnât know how to walk down stairs and he stood up, and fell.
In answer to his cries his father rushed over, picked him up, and carried him about the front room, crooning, âGoosey Goosey Gander, Where does he wander? Up stairs and down stairs, And in his masterâs chamberâ.
Throughout his life the man had; made many foolish mistakes, said, and did, many foolish things. With the advent of `Baby Shanking Syndromeâ, the man often thought that perhaps that was what had happened to him. Not that his father had shaken him but that he might have suffered some minor stem injuries when he had fallen down the stairs.
So, on his seventieth birthday, as a gift, he wished to be retuned, sixty-six years to the day that he fell down the stairs.
And `Poofâ, there he was, four years old and climbing the stairs. Again he knocks on the door, and again he gets no reply.
As before he starts to stand and then remembers, `no, he isnât old enough to walk down the stairsâ, so he turns back to the door and starts to kneel down when the door opens and bumps his head and he falls, screaming, down the stairs.
Now he is no longer screaming and his father his not crooning. His father is screaming as he carries the lifeless body of his son through the front room.Â
