Clumsy

I am a very clumsy person. I can get hurt with almost anything. I have gotten to the point where I have stories to tell about my clumsiness every day.  I am either spraining something, bruising something, or have cuts everywhere. The weirdest thing about my clumsiness is that I am nowhere near being a daredevil.  I mostly am in my room watching Netflix or playing Just Dance, but I don’t know how I even hurt myself. Now without further ado, I am going to be telling you some of my personal favorite clumsy stories.  

Stupid high top Skechers 

When I was tinier I would go to Target a lot, but one day it was just different. My mom just got off of work and it was like 10:00 at night. My dad wanted to watch a movie with me and my brother, but my grandma didn’t have any snacks, so we went to Target. We just had gotten to the store and since my brother was a baby I was the person that would rough house with my dad. We were in the store and we were kicking each other’s leg, but that didn’t last long. I went to go and avoid one of my dads’ kicks, but because of my stupid high top Skechers, I slipped right on to my face. I know I was crying, but I don’t remember a whole lot except that I woke up in the Men’s bathroom with my dad cleaning up my very bloody and bruised nose. I went home from Target that night with a black and blue nose and an ice cream cone. The next week after that I had a really bruised nose, but luckily I didn’t go to preschool.

Dang door

I was in about nine and it was Mother’s day. I just went with my mom to get a Shamrock shake. I was really tired and I wanted to go to bed. I got out of the shower and dried off as fast as I could. I hurried out the bathroom and went to go grab my lotion my dad stopped me and said that he saw blood on my elbow. I was so glad I was wearing a short-sleeve shirt because I looked at my elbow and there was a huge gash in my elbow. I started crying because I hated blood. We had to figure out how I got this huge laceration on my elbow.  

Bass to the face

It was a year ago and I was a very stupid girl and I didn’t think about all of the decisions that I made. I was going to go and grab my instrument that I left behind in the bass room. I was with a terrible partner Single butter and they left me in a scary bass room.  I wasn’t paying attention to anything, but my instrument. I grabbed my instrument and put it on the counter so I could grab all my music. I tried to go in one quick swoosh, but I heard something fall behind me and I turned around and Callie’s bass or maybe it was Jon’s bass, but the point is that it scared the crap out of me. I almost got killed by a bass.  

25 times I fell downstairs

I fell down the stairs a lot when I was little. I think that is why I am so messed up. I scraped myself falling, I bruised myself while falling, and I got tons of rug burn. I would always look dissolved after I fell down the huge flight of stairs. One time though I remember vividly. I was 3 or 4 and I was wearing these socks with little friction things to help stick better to hard flooring, but they didn’t stick to the carpet. I went down my grandma’s stairs. By the second step, I lost my balance and I landed on my butt and kept sliding down. I hurt so bad I was crying on the way down. I got up from where I fell and hid underneath my grandma’s good dining table. I looked on my legs first and I had huge rug burns on the back of my legs.  I was also bruised on my thighs. It hurt so bad it was hard to keep in my tears. I think the next day it looked worst and it freaked me out, but it only took about a week and a half to heal.