I Get the Top

I strained my ankle recently from running in old ass shoes and reminded me of the 1st time I ever sprained my ankle. A freak accident really. I'm sure it happened to many so don't laugh!

Me and my sister shared a room when we were growing up. We had this bunk bed and she had the top bunk. I thought the top bunk was the coolest thing ever, but I was always stuck on the bottom. So one day I climbed up on there and fell asleep. Being the cool older sister that she is, she let me stay the night up there. Now I happen to think she was afraid to wake me up in fear of getting socked in the face (I am violent to wake up) or that she didn't want to throw out her back lifting me up cause I was as big as a baby hippo...The night goes on and I'm enjoying my time up there, then CLUNK!!!!!!! I rolled my big ass off the bunk bed! and Fell straight to the ground! I swear it was like a 20 feet drop, then I smacked my ankle on the post of the bed. I'm sitting there moaning and groaning while the whole apartment was shaking and was swaying back and forth. (we lived on the 2nd floor) For the next week I was walking around with a gangster stroll or like a pimp with a limp. It was horrible. And the worse part about this whole ordeal was I scared the old ladies downstairs so much that they wanted to move. See they thought my little CLUNK was an earthquake and that the swaying walls justified for their thought of an earthquake. They didn't think the apartment was safe enough for an even bigger earthquake. So every time I hurt my ankles now I remember this tragic event. I've never slept on a bunk bed again...