I have nightmares about stairs.
These staircases in my dreams usually have no railings, are super steep, and have spaces between the stairs. *shudders*
But I have a good reason for not liking stairs. I tend to fall down them.
In middle school, we had a back stairway leading to the second floor. In seventh grade, I had most of my classes on the first floor, except for one. We also had three minutes between classes. If I wanted to get from the upstairs' class to my next class and have time to stop by my locker and get my books, then I had to walk very fast. I was always the first person out of my class, and I raced down the stairs. I fell--twice--that year down the stairs. The first time I slid down the stairs on my behind, my books went flying everywhere. I bumped all the way down to the bottom. The second time, I tumbled head-over-heels and landed at the bottom of the stairs on my feet. I held my books the entire time.
But my trouble with stairs didn't end there. In college, we had an underpass to get from the campus to the parking lot. The sun was shining in my eyes--I have light sensitivity--so I couldn't see one day, and I fell down the stairs, wrenched my shoulder really good. It's been over ten years, and I still sometimes have problems with that shoulder.
Those are just a few times I've fallen down stairs. I tend to go rather carefully down stairs, if I have to go down them. I've even scooted down step by step on a staircase I was terrified to go down.
Really, I'd rather avoid stairs as much as possible. I think they're out to get me.
Do you have problems with stairs? What's your "mortal enemy"?
