At the ripe old age of five, I used to play with the girl nextdoor, and one day she came
up with a game called "Witch", where she would be the evil crone, who caught me,
the innocent little fairie, and she would then prepare to eat me, and in the process of
making me edible she would have sit all over me, in order to make me "flat as a pan
cake"(I know, not excatly trampling, but IŽll get to that). This early experience
was the primus motor of my trampling fetish to come.
The Danish Doormat