I was wearing high heels, tripped on the last couple steps going down the stairs, missed the last couple steps and landed on the floor and kept walking. I felt on top of the world. I also managed to walk on thin logs and gravel at a beach in heels, and I can run and dance in them. Me and heels go together.
My family tells me they worry about me because sometimes the things they say bounce right off of me but the truth is I am an observer. I listen and pay close attention to the little things that interest me. I conceal my thoughts, go with the flow, and do my own thing.