when i was a baby…probably maybe a year old, i’m not too sure…i fell down the steps at my house. well…hmm…..i don’t TRULY know what the story is. in fact, i probably even wrote about this already (gah..so many days..can’t remember), but, yes, my mom likes to tell me the story of how i fell down the steps on christmas eve.
from what i’ve been able to piece together, it was Christmas Eve (yup) and somebody left the gate open at the top of the steps (i’m gonna assume it was my evil brother…ha), and kerplunk, down the steps i went. and my mom and pops spent the christmas eve at the ER.
now the questions that come to rise. mainly…..am i freakin normal?
one of my biggest fears as an uncle is dropping my nephew…so i know it seems pretty strange sometimes if i get “weird” near a baby. i wouldn’t want to suddenly have butter fingers and ya know….be responsible.
but then i think about myself. i fell down a CRAP load of stairs. and…..hmm….i GUESS i turned out alright…right? i mean…what if i didn’t? would i NOT be the weird, shy, closed-off hater that i am? maybe i would be so much more cooler and not be this strange person that you know.
or…..maybe i AM normal (shocker) and that falling down the steps and not breaking anything was actually a freakin good thing. hmm…..man when i become a parent i’m gonna be so freakin scared. EVERYTHING is getting padded.
hmm…i guess the one POSITIVE thing out of all this is that since i fell down the steps on Christmas Eve, i think that that incident helped spawn our annual tradition of having a Christmas Eve party. see? if i didn’t nearly destroy myself, there wouldn’t be anything to look forward to come the 24th. i guess life is just weird like that. haha..the funny thing is that i’ve never broken a bone in my body (even with that fall) and i’ve never been in the hospital. i wonder how long THAT streak is going to last.
knock on wood…lets hope it lasts a long time.
Hip Hop (ft. Nas, Scarface, DJ Premier) – DJ Khaled, 2012