MY most embarrassing fall.

SO, I recently read Auntie Bab's blog about her most embarrassing fall back in 1967! Well, my fall was slightly more recent than that, I think I would have been around 8 or so. I knew this was the fall I wanted to rant on about, because it took me no time at all to think of my most embarrassing. Emily, dad, mum and I would all agree it was an event never to be forgotten!



I was in my back garden climbing a tree, you know, as you do at that age. It's all I ever did. Climb trees, run around pretending to be a spy, secret agent or on a few occassions a coal minor (don't ask!) and I specifically remember going across the road onto my junior school field (before it got fenced off due to arson) on my 11th birthday dressed head-to-toe in black with a brief case and a buret, spying on what my teachers were doing outside of school time.



Anyway, back to the tree. I spent most of my earlier days in my back garden or across that field, but this was about to go very differently! Arthur, my fattest and lovliest cat of them all, soon followed me up on this particular tree visit. As he sat on next door's aspestos garage roof. (It went: tree, fence, roof) I sat, perched on a branch watching him for ages, tickling his ear as he purred well, like a cat. But asfter a while, he got bored and trotted off out of reach. Me, being the smart-arse I am, followed him, after mum telling me on several different accounts that the roof would NOT hold my weight. Step-by-little-step I shuffled onto the roof and there I remained for what seemed like ages, just watching Arthur. I soon began to think "I thought this couldn't hold my weight, eh mother?" I spoke too soon. I heard this horrific CRACKKKKKKKKKK! and as I spun round to grab hold on the branch I arrived here on, the aspetos roof gave way, and so did I.



And there I hung. Clinging for actual DEAR LIFE onto the edge of the garage wall. Looking down I could see bits of broken roof everywere, and directly underneath me was an up-turned surf board, it fin thing pointing at my bum like a target. I let out this outrageous screatch for mum, wo came galloping out like a trooper within seconds, probably knowing what'd happened judging by how dim-witted I always was, and still to this very day to be honest. Mum, not being the slimmest and active of mothers climbed up the tree in a matter of seconds and pulled me up and into her arms as she climbed back down the tree again. When we got inside, everybody had gathered to see if I was okay. Mum, (rather out of breath, mind you) asked if I was hurt. There I was, shaken and crying. I lifted up my arms to reveal two rather cut-up arms from where they had scraped down the fall as I fell and clung on by my fingertips. there were bloody scrapes my the inside of my elbows all the way up to my armpits and down my side on both of my arms.



I stood there and wailed as mum put that cold, yellow spray stuff on it. Oh, the stinging! Ahhhh! I looked out the window to see Arthur sat on the fence. Puzzled.



Suprisingly, it didn't take long to heal.



I told mum I fell out of the tree and onto the roof, to avoid getting in trouble for ignoring her. Next door had to knock down that garage. And a caravan sits there to this very moment.



This is for mum, who never found out the truth. I lied to you mummy. *flutters eyelashes* sorry I never told you otherwise, but I deliberately ignored you and cost next door a small fortune!



Oh, the pride in that day!