twelve

after taking a bath (I was about 3-4) i was unable to open the bathroom door b/c it was swollen shut from the steam. I pulled & pulled on it (thinking it was my older siblings holding it shut on me) until the door finally came loose. The really old tiny window (with creepy pressed butterflies) in the door broke & sent a sharb of glass several inches long through my upper arm. There is a pretty cool triangle shaped scar on the front side & a smaller one on the back- where the glass came out the other side. [this story is based on vague memories, my family's recollection, & the nifty scar still on my arm]

As far as Adobe Acrobat goes- i learned how to do bookmarks & limited text editing. I am still a bit unsure of what was meant by saving it as a 'pdf' file by 'printing' it.