Like I said last time, being short is a struggle, but adding on clumsiness makes it even worse. Whether it’s tripping up the stairs, down the stairs, or tripping in the hallway, it’s very rarely that I go an entire day without having a total klutz moment.
In seventh grade, I was the girl who walked directly into a pole. I wasn’t running or messing around at all. I was walking, fairly slowly in fact, and I literally turned and walked directly into a pole. Explaining that story to my mom from the nurse’s office is as interesting as it sounds, and so is explaining why I am missing a good chunk of my eyebrow.
One time I was performing at a competition, and I had hit a perfect routine. All of my stunts hit, all of my tumbling landed, and there were no flaws…until I tripped at the end of the routine. My coaches weren’t very happy with me.
I guess you could say I fall head over heels for anything and anyone.