Back when I was 4 or 5, we had just moved into my house in the town I live in now. I was walking backwards on the steps, and I was also holding a cardboard tube, which will be important soon. My mom told me to walk the right way down the steps, but I said “I won’t fall!”, boy was I wrong. I fell backwards, and how my mom described it, I was doing cartwheels down the stairs. Once I finally fell down and hit the wall, I screamed and cried, not because I was hurt, but because the cardboard tube I was holding broke.
