One tip that I learned is don’t run downstairs. It was a Saturday around noon when me and
my sister were going for a walk to my Grandma's house. We were taking a birthday card to her
that we had made. We were walking by our mailbox when I realized that we had forgotten the
card . I ran back to the house, grabbed the card from the counter, and ran across the porch to the
stairs leading to the lower level. As I started running down the stairs, I tripped on the fifth to last
stair. I started somersaulting and landed on our rocky driveway with a thud. It felt like a bunch of
needles stabbing me all at once. I began to cry, and my sister came running to me and asked
what had happened. I told her how I had fallen and she helped me up and into the house so I
could clean up my scraped knee. I looked in the mirror and my left cheek bone was swollen and
really puffy. My sister got me an ice pack that I put against my cheek. As the cold from the ice
pack numbed the pain, I realized if I hadn’t been rushing and running down the stairs, my fall
might not have happened. Don’t run down stairs, it’s not worth the risk of falling. Sadly, my
Gram wasn’t going to get her birthday card that day.
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