Accidents.

It all looks so innocent. A swingset in a park. An innertube at the top of a snowy bank. But I keep managing to hurt myself by trying to do things kids do and adults should maybe not.

Last summer, I went out of town with a couple of friends to a place inspired by Belgian towns. That meant beer. Lots of beer. I decided to try the swingset in the local park. No big, right? Alas, I took it too far. Little old me (with my tum full of beers) decided to try to jump from the swinging swing--only I forgot what I was doing once I'd unhooked my arms and instead went flying out of the swing onto my knees in a gravel pit. Ouch. I was bruised up and in pain for days.

Last weekend, my sweetie and I went to the mountains (snow!) for a dreamy vacay and we spent one morning-ish afternoon in the snow. I found an innertube and decided it would be fun to try sledding. Listen. There were other people doing it too. My mistake was going off in my own direction to find my own sledding hill. I'm a loner. A rebel. So, I find this unused hill that is kind of a dream. The snow is slicked down and it looked like someone prepared it just for me. To sled.

As soon as I pushed off the top, I noticed the curled lip of snow that was going to shoot me into the air as soon as I reached the bottom. Oops. I slid around backwards, all the while saying, "Oh no no no no no no" and as soon as I was completely turned around, I flew off the lip (parallel to the ground) and landed on my fleshy/bone hip. Now there is a giant purple bruise, which I am kind of proud of, on my side and a somewhat rational fear of snow sledding.