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Bouncing Back

I fell over a low wall yesterday evening, pitched forward, barked my shin and banged my knee. The wall is a newish addition to our front yard (it borders a ramp leading up to the front door) and that's my excuse for diregarding it. How long has it been there? Oh, two or three months, but this was my first dealings with it in the dark. I thought I would be hurting this morning, but I'm not. My ability to fall and bounce back again is something I claim to have inherited from my mother, who was famous for laughing it off when she came off horses and bicycles or broke the bedside furniture tumbling out of bed.