There are a couple of thoughts that go through your mind when you trip down some stairs, one is hopefully I don't hit my head the other is why am I getting this nostalgic feeling. Reminiscing on this feeling lead me to discovery it is very like the feeling when you go down the giant slides at wet and wild, a bit of fear mixed with a huge adrenaline rush. This adrenaline rush though not a bad experience is better kept for an amusement park ride, not a morning stumble to the bathroom. Surprisingly even a bad moment like falling down can have a bright point or for a cheesy analogy every dark cloud has a silver lining.
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I am going to leave it there with a cheesy analogy.