My whole childhood has been from one accident or mishap to another. I’ve stepped on a rusty nail, broken my arm, broken a finger on a tetherball pole, and jumped out of a moving golf cart and scraped up my face. Being a klutz makes you live just a little more cautiously.
When you’re a klutz:
- Shoes are always a must.
- Bandaids live in your bags.
- Bruises always appear, even if you don’t know where they came from.
- There is a box of old bandages and slings.
- There is always a story to tell.
- Your parents are always worried.
- You trip over lines and nonexistent objects.
- You check the road more than once before walking across the street.
- You always buckle up.
- You know your doctor and nurse by first name and they know you.
- Even easy athletics turn into a battle.
- You were always hurt during the sports’ seasons.
- You are an expert at showering with your arm wrapped in plastic.
- You walk into walls, doors, and other people.
- You have fallen both down and up the stairs (yes it is possible).
- You have built up a high pain tolerance.
When you’re a klutz, life is rough but you always have a great story!