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Haha, I'm so klutzy. My mom calls me Grace because of it. Here are 2 examples:
* I was in high school and we were cleaning out our cellar (really old stone farmhouse, just a dirt slope to the cellar) and I had one of those sled saucers piled up with stuff. There was a bike in the path from the cellar to outside, and I stepped over it ok with my right leg, but didn't lift my left leg high enough and my ankle got caught in the sprocket and ripped the skin on my ankle. I have a heart shaped scar now.
* My senior year of college we had been at the bar and came home and decided to play in the parking lot. We decided to go back into the sorority house and I was running and tripped over a crack in the cement patio and flew face first into the concrete steps, hitting the corner of one of the steps with my eye. I had a black eye for a long time and a bump at the point of impact for like a year.
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