I just wasted a lot of time writing two large paragraphs about those falls when all I had to do was give you links to the original posts. Here is the link:
You know, maybe I will just leave the two paragraphs in this blog but put them at the end. They are the next two paragraphs:
Once when I was visiting at my Aunt and Uncle's home in a little town on the river in Pennsylvania, I was out walking the sidewalks. It was winter time and quite cold, so I had my hands in my pocket. I tripped over an uneven piece of sidewalk. The falling part didn't hurt at all, I was quite comfortable on the way down. It was that sudden stop when I hit the sidewalk face down that hurt. You see, I couldn't get my hands out of my pockets quick enough to catch myself.
I remember another one. When I was in my early teens, my buddy and I would spend one week at a church camp. I would take the top bunk and he would take the one below me. Since it was in the mountains and the nights got rather cold, most of us slept in sleeping bags. I was zipped up in my bag with my hands down by my side, and I rolled over. Oooops. . . I woke up have way to the floor which I hit face first. Well, at least I have an excuse for being ugly (grin). Now, try not to fall on your face and have a great day and night, you hear?