I had one once and my mother asked me to shock her and I refused. I still remember my SIL saying, "Are you sure about that, here's your chance."

Somebody lost a bet
That's why the boomers were easy to harm but tough to break. If you managed to go through childhood with no injuries you were a certain kind of lucky. Me. I had two badly sprained ankles when someone pushed me down a flight of stairs at school, I was knocked out when I flew over the handle bars of my bike while racing my friend. Front tire hit a rock and turned the front wheel 90 degrees to the left stopping the bike instantly but not me. I landed on my head (explains a lot doesn't it), got knocked out and ended up with a large blood clot the size of a quarter on my abdomen. That's when I got around to telling my parents what had happened. I had previously been forbidden to race. They knew something was wrong because I was wearing a hat for a couple days which was something I never usually did plus a long sleeve shirt (summer) to hide the skinned arms. The head wound was above the hair line so I could comb over it. If you're wondering, I lived through it.