Falling Down.

I am a clumsy person.
If there is something to trip over, step on, break or hit, I will probably be the person to do it.

Yay me.

I consider it to be one of my few talents.

Sometimes I will even think to myself "That would really suck if I fell down these stairs while carrying this breakable vase."

*crash*

Or I will tell myself to hold on to the bowl of water carefully so I don't drop it while carrying it somewhere.

*splash*

Um. Yeah.

I could tell you about that time I was showing my fellow grade 4 friends how well I could flip over the monkey bar things in the playground.....and then fell flat on my face.

Or the time I showed my mom how I could slide down the stairs without bending my knees. And then hit my back and knocked the wind out of myself.

Orrrr.....the time I was getting out of the tub and as my first leg went over the sliding door edge of the tub, I slipped. And ended up black and blue all over my yoohoo.

Ouch.

Then there was that time I almost fainted during my own wedding ceremony and almost had to sit down while the minister was talking about love.

And the time I fell down the stairs while VERY pregnant and had to go right to the hospital for an emergency stress test.

Twice.

Or there was that time not too long ago that I lost my footing and broke my foot.

But all of those stories would just confirm my clumsiness.

So I wont.

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