I cannot even remember how many bones I have broken in our lifetime.
My Dad used to call myself and others clutz because I was always falling and hurting myself.
My family and friends all told myself and others not to worry about it. They said it was because I was growing super fast, and that is why I was so clumsy. I believed them up until I was about eighteen years old. I knew that once I turned eighteen, I should have been done growing, so I should not have been clumsy anymore according to their theory; Unfortunately, I was still clumsy. Matter of fact, I am thirty-one years old, and I am still clumsy to this afternoon, and sometimes, I suppose that I am more clumsy than I was as a child. My hubby and I bought a current air conditioner for our residing room a couple of weeks ago, and all of us got it all set up in the window. The only problem was that the cord had to stick out a little bit because the outlet was a relaxing distance from the window that all of us put the AC machine in. I knew that I would easily trip over it, however I did not do anything about it. I tripped over it a couple of times actually. The first time was no crucial deal, however the hour time, I broke our arm. I saw the AC cord, however I decided to just try and walk around it while carrying a few books! Well, our foot got caught on the cord, and I fell and landed difficult on our arm. I finally decided to transfer the air conditioner closer to the outlet.