First time for everything...

I don't embarrass at all. Everyone knows this, heck, I usually could care less what people think to be embarrassed by my actions. I think that today, I might have had my first embarrassing moment! Luckily for me, I was only around one other person, PJ (who else would it have been?) and I'm pretty sure that the people who were in their front lawns weren't paying attention at all.
So we went on this looong walk today, to bask in the nice-ness of the weather. We originally were going to go on a hike, but we couldn't figure out where there was one in our area. During the walk, I noticed that the front of my shoes were way longer than my feet, but of course I didn't think much of it. As we were nearing my house, there was a bee that was, I swear, following us. PJ took off running to get away from it, and I just laughed at her. Then that bee came back for me! I tried to be calm, because I hear that's what you're supposed to do to get bees away from you, but that bee was having none of it. I took off running to get away from it, kinda laughing, and that's when it happened.
I don't even know what happened, but all of a sudden, the ground was coming up at me quite quickly. As I hit the ground, hands out, palms scraping, all I could think of was, I should roll when I hit the ground. Why did I think this? I have no idea, but in my brain, I think I thought it would hurt less if I rolled. So I did, I rolled, hurting elbows, scraping legs, until I came to a stop, a little dazed and out of breath, but alive! My hands hurt for the rest of the day, but today, here I am, no worse for the wear. And at least I now know what its like to have a full-out, hit the ground trip. And it was awesome.