In the winter of '78/'79, I was trying to go to school on my bicycle in deep snow, with a half-inch layer of ice on top. Decided not to proceed further when I saw that big hill I had to go down to reach the school. However, when I reached the driveway at home, it all went wrong on me. Bike went first, then I went on my knees, then my hands, then my face hit the deck. Fortunately, it happened very slowly.
In 2001, I was visiting the Italian city of Naples, when I wanted to catch a tram to return to my lodgings. I ran for it, but tripped over the cobbled pavement and went for a flyer. Fortunately, my shoulderbag was hanging in front of me so I landed on that. Without said bag, I would have ended up with some damage, I'd imagine
I had to laugh at your descriptions, sorry! I fell flat on my face once in London running after a doubledecker bus, when they were still open at the back. A friend who was already on tried to pull me in with an umbrella and instead I was flat down. No ham done either. Ciao. A.
ReplyDeleteI've had a couple face landings, not of any doing of my own though. When you find yourself unexpectedly shoved from behind and falling forward...(Hugs)Indigo
ReplyDeleteI'm glad you weren't badly hurt either time! Isn't it a strange feeling as you're falling down, realizing that your face is literally going to hit the dirt!
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