Brings back a memory of when I was 2-3 yrs old and my brother and I were playing in the basement while the washer did it's thing. My brother showed me how to put clothes thru the wringer but he didn't tell me to let it go! My arm went into the wringer - mom was upstairs and by the time she got there my arm was mangled! Weeks in the hospital. Drs wanted to amputate (right arm!) but mom wouldn't let them and she did physical therapy for months until I could use my arm again. The arm is fine now although I have huge scar on the inner part of my elbow.