Clumsy

Ca. 1996 - When I lived in Alaska, we lived in a big cul-de-sac neighborhood.  In winter, when it snowed a million feet, the plows would move all the snow to the middle of the circles, so you had to drive around one to get to our house.  My sister and neighbor and I would play on them because they were so tall.  I'm talking, like, 20 to 30 feet tall.  One day we were all sitting on the top of it, when all of a sudden, I felt myself falling off the "mountain."  Aaaand, I did.  I fell, that roughly 25 feet, and landed square on my back.  I didn't feel any pain and remember thinking, "ok, something HAS to be broken, with how I just fell..." A car had been driving towards us too, and I thought maybe I'd be rescued by some strangers and carried back into my house where I'd be bed ridden with two broken legs for a couple months.  I was able to immediately stand up and walk away, and felt kind of stupid, like after a fall like that I should at least have some back problems or a limp.  NOTHING.  I guess I'm invincible.  But I have learned to not sit on the edge of very high ledges now, because I will most likely fall and land on my back.