I remember my friends and I playing tag in a copse of trees which were close enough to swing to and from branches between them. Fell out once and laid there on the ground , breath knocked out of me, staring at the dappled light through the trees...
In my 50s and I still smile when I think about that day.
I once worked my courage up to go to the skate park with my roller blades. I fell on my ass when trying to go down the quarter-pipe. I felt like dying and couldn't breath. When I got home I threw them in the trash, without hesitation.
In my 50s and I still smile when I think about that day.