Over this past week after watching everyone freak out over this year' election, and hearing about how our government is going to fail and fall apart, I decided to maybe tell a story about the time I fell, literally.
It all started one day in Klamath Falls, Oregon when I was visiting my cousins. It was a rare occasion that all seven us were together and sometimes I think our parents did this on purpose. We we're a group rambunctious children and every time we would get together we would go crazy.
Anyways, on this warm, summer day, we were playing in the tree house (that was about 75 feet off the ground) when we accidentally broke off the piece of wood that was used as railing and to pull yourself into the tree house. Being the handy man that my younger cousin was, he grabbed a few nails and a hammer and we fixed the problem..... kind of.
About ten minutes later I began to climb up the ladder to the tree house as fast as I could. When I got to the top, I grabbed the piece of wood we just "fixed" and it broke off. Then, I began to fall. I was in so much shock nothing came out of my mouth. I fell in complete silence while my cousin screamed from the top of the tree house. Thankfully, my leg got caught in the ladder half way down which slowed my fall down. BUT BEST BELIEVE I CONTINUED TO FALL RIGHT ON TO MY HEAD. I laid there on the dirt in shock while my cousins gathered around me wondering if I was dead. Thankfully I made it out of the historical family event with minor injuries.
So, everyone let's hope that our country doesn't fall apart as fast as I feel out of that treehouse.
