Her grandparents used to assure her folks that she'd grow out of it, but Debra's now 55 and says she's still clumsy as ever.
"I'm not permitted on ladders, tables, stools, etc., unless there's someone around to stand guard," writes Debra, whose family likes to tease that God made her short so she wouldn't have as far to fall.
Debra's grandson, Damon, who is now 9, once drew her attention by pointing excitedly at the ground.
"Maw Maw!" Damon said. "There's an ant on the floor!"
"So?" said Debra. "Why are you telling me?"
"So you don't trip over it," said Damon.
My own daughter has become somewhat accustomed to my falls. Just a few days after my fall from the desk, Celeste heard a familiar thud come from my office, so she went to investigate. She arrived in time to find me brushing sawdust from my clothes and assessing whether there was fresh damage to limbs.
She stood quietly watching me for a few seconds, and then said, "It would've been ironic if your parents had named you Grace."
Finally, to answer another reader's question -- yes, my most recent injury was to the same arm as the infamous Christmas Elbow. (While putting some finishing touches on a homemade Christmas present, I fell and dislocated my elbow, transforming my thrifty gift idea into the most expensive gift I've ever given.)
Writes the sarcastic reader, "Why don't you write a book about falling? I'm sure it would be no problem to devote a chapter to each incident. A little embellishment never hurts a good story, although for some reason, in your case, I doubt it's necessary. What I don't recommend is further research."
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