I've discovered that I can't walk too well... I mean, I walk in a straight line, but that's not too good when there are obstructions in the way.
1) When about 8, I was playing "Line-tag" with my younger sister and her posse because I couldn't find anyone I knew that early in the morning on the massive Californian "playground". While round a corner -- full-sprint, mind you -- I slammed the soft spot just above my knee cap into a basketball pole. Yep... a nice impression on my little sister's friends.
2) About a year later, I was (once again) playing some sort of game with my younger sister. Take note that, despite her being a danger to my health, she is the closest sibling in age. *ahem* There's a short brick wall (about two feet high) in which I had decided to hurdle to get back to my house after we were done being outdoors for the day. Once again, I injured the small soft spot above my knee by slamming it into the corner of the brick wall. I'm not sure which was louder, the collision or my screaming.
3) I'll make this one short... I was hiking with my father, and I nearly walked off the side of the cliff. Nobody wants to make an ass of themself in front of their parents.
Like the guy who posted before, I had walked into a girl's restroom by accident. Everyone was outside watching me, and there was nothing inside. I wouldn't have cared as much had it been the other way.
Aaaand, once in the second grade while at the beach, I too walked in on someone changing out of a bathing suit. *shudders* It wasn't a female though.
*shrugs* I may have more, but I'm sure that I don't have enough time, and others don't want to read from one person too much.
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