WHY?

When Nate and I were engaged we went to California, so I could meet Nate's family. While there, he took me on a tour of his life and our first stop was his to his elementary school. I saw some familar stand-alone, hang-bars. I mentioned in my youth I had been able to do a back flip on those bars. I said, "I bet I could still do it." He said to go ahead. I fliped backwards, fell off and hit my head. I was mortified and far more embarrassed than hurt. Nate was kind and helped me up and never mentioned it again. As a matter of fact, years later I brought up the incident and he swore he couldn't remember it. Good Man.

Well, the other day Sierra was doing flips off the back of the couch. I thought I would impress her with my skills. Oh, yeah. I flipped off the back of the couch backwards, slipped and fell on my knees, leaving me with two very skinned knees. Ouch. They hurt. I don't remember skinned knees hurting nearly as bad or for nearly as long. It must be old age.