Just Call Me Gracie
Accident Prone. Clumsy. Klutzy. Whatever you call it I am very much so. One of the funniest clumsy stories goes back into my junior year of high school. We were all in our gym class just goofing around and I decided I wanted to be a ballerina. I was wearing joggers that were just a little too long and as I was pirouetting across the stage the cuff pulled under my shoe. When I landed my beaustiful dance move my legs flew out from under me and I accomplished a mid air gator roll (friends told me later that it was really quite amazing) and landed on my wrist. My friends laughed. I laughed. I cried too as I laughed and that just made them laugh harder. One girl even ran up and snapped a picture to remember the moment. It turned out that my wrist had been severely sprained and I had to wear a brace for two weeks. I no longer have any aspirations to become a ballerina.