When I was younger I'd always fall down. It was due to my own clumsiness, a combination of my uncoordinated limbs and crooked floors and gravity. I'd twist my ankles unremittingly, and I'd be in pain of scraped and twisted limbs. I'm just lucky it wasn't any worse.
And now, I place my feet with more care, though at times I tend to knock over things with my elbows and tangle my feet. So for a while I stopped falling down.
But woe betide, my hectic life calls for hasty speed. I run back from appointment to class higgedly-piggedly. Throwing Skittles into my mouth with my hands full of things. And one red Skittle escaped during transaction, crashing to the floor it was rendered useless. I shrugged and moved on, while getting weird stares from the man walking towards me. And as I shook my packet to get another without breaking my stride, my foot hooked onto a jut on the pavement. I was hurled to the ground! The man, who by then had already passed me by, asked me if I was ok. I jumped up and brushed my legs and said that I was. He quickly turned away and walked off, he had a big box in his hand anyway, it would have been a bit troublesome for him to help anyway. But my non-falling streak is broken. I've got scrapes on my knee and my dignity ruffled.
Bugger.
I'll just chew on more skittles.
Sent from my funky Windows Phone
And now, I place my feet with more care, though at times I tend to knock over things with my elbows and tangle my feet. So for a while I stopped falling down.
But woe betide, my hectic life calls for hasty speed. I run back from appointment to class higgedly-piggedly. Throwing Skittles into my mouth with my hands full of things. And one red Skittle escaped during transaction, crashing to the floor it was rendered useless. I shrugged and moved on, while getting weird stares from the man walking towards me. And as I shook my packet to get another without breaking my stride, my foot hooked onto a jut on the pavement. I was hurled to the ground! The man, who by then had already passed me by, asked me if I was ok. I jumped up and brushed my legs and said that I was. He quickly turned away and walked off, he had a big box in his hand anyway, it would have been a bit troublesome for him to help anyway. But my non-falling streak is broken. I've got scrapes on my knee and my dignity ruffled.
Bugger.
I'll just chew on more skittles.
Sent from my funky Windows Phone
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