When I was around seven, I was just slightly taller than the level at which most car door mirrors sit. I also had a tendency to run into things. The combination of the two lead to several black eyes acquired in parking lots.
I got ketchup on my shirt almost every day of seventh grade. This combined with the braces and overall awkwardness made it a rough year.
In eighth grade, I tore a ligament in my right ankle. A couple months later, I tore its counterpart in my left ankle. Both occurred while running.
Sometimes things jump out of my hands. Like eggs. And toothbrushes. Especially toothbrushes.
I am irresistible.