I was maybe 4 and admiring our newly decorated 2.5 metre tall genuine Christmas tree. I was alone in the living room and remember touching the tree when it suddenly started to fall on me. It basically did fall on me but I pushed it back up, still remember the branches scratching my face and needles stinging my hands. I didn't cry for help because I was dying of embarrassment. I quickly put the fallen decorations back on and acted as if nothing ever happened. I later told my mom but she couldn't believe I could have pushed the tree, the size of a skyscraper from my perspective, back up myself.