Here is what happens when you raise your child in a one-story house in Florida with carpet and tile and no hardwood. Everyone knows a proper girlhood includes a two-story house (preferably with a secret passageway, or an attic ghost, or a mysterious old trunk with a secret bottom compartment, but let’s not be picky), and if you do not raise your daughter in one, she will not know the wrong and right ways to travel up and down stairs. And then, she’ll foolishly wear a pair of black socks on her feet as she flies down a flight of hardwood stairs and then those sock-covered feet of hers will suddenly start to go at their own pace, leaving her body in midair for a frighteningly short amount of time before she crashes down to the hard stairs and slides and bumps her way down until the offending feet decide they’ve had enough fun and come to a halt.
Needless to say, I’m quite sore now. My tailbone took the brunt of the fall, but my low back also knocked a stair or two on the way down. My legs are quite sore as well, and strangely enough my arms and sides, too, I guess from trying and failing to catch myself. Sadly, no bruises yet. I always think if you’re going to dramatically fall down a flight of very hard stairs, you ought to have a few nice purple splotches to show for it. I’ll keep checking, though. Maybe tomorrow or the next day…
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So your house didn’t have a secret passageway either?
Parents just don’t know what to look for in a house!
I hope you’re okay. You’re lucky you didn’t break something. I broke my foot running down a flight of (carpeted) stairs in socks. Socks = evil.
I know–clearly parents should not be allowed to make decisions regarding houses!
And socks should come with warning labels.
I’m glad you’re OK. This scenario could have ended very badly, and you’re lucky to have escaped with some soreness. I’m sure the bruises will come in time! See, I knew there was a reason I didn’t like socks! In our new house, we have terrazzo floors, which can be very slippery. They can also be very cold, so walking around barefoot is not an option, at least until summer. Thus far, I have compromised by wearing slippers, which actually keep me from slipping and keep my feet warm.
Perhaps you should invest in a pair, or at least a pair of socks with those grippy things on the bottom! And no running in the house. Your parents must have taught you that
Yana, you are such the voice of wisdom! Slippers are an excellent idea.
The main problem was that I was not in my house, but was at someone else’s home, walking down someone else’s stairs. I’ve got a great pair of lavender slippers Jesse bought me once when I was sick, but I didn’t have them (though, in all honesty, I probably wouldn’t have thought far enough ahead to be wearing them in that instance).
Ouch! You poor thing. Well, yes, as others have said, I’m glad your injuries weren’t worse, but still, that must have been awful scary, and a bruised tailbone is no fun (I know from experiencing it in a (first and only time) snowboarding fall).
As a south Florida native, we most definitely did not have stairs in my childhood home, but Seth and I have stairs now. Luckily, they are carpeted, so the slipping is a non-issue. However, a clumsy person can still trip on stair. I tripped going UP my stairs. The fall wasn’t very dramatic, but it was quite disconcerting.
Isn’t falling up the stairs the most confusing thing? It’s like, you want to crack up laughing at how funny it is to fall up stairs, but then your pride and knees are injured too…I have fallen up stairs in a parking garage at UCF once. (While we’re on the UCF topic, I got to missing our Sigma Tau days so much the other day! I really loved those times with everyone!)