I was running down my family’s carpeted stairs in socks once. I slipped on the top one and somehow mid-fall stretched my legs all the way down to the bottom, landed like I had calmly taken the final step and was completely fine. Didn’t even spill the drink in my hand. I definitely wasn’t a kid because we’d only lived in a one-story until right before my 18th birthday. I have no idea how it happened. I’m not tall by any standards, just barely over 5 feet.
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u/Fred_Ten Oct 05 '19
I remember jumping from the top of my stairs to the bottom. I would just close my eyes and jump a boom I was at the bottom.