I recall a time when my son was about 18 months old...I had him strapped in
a backpack and was rushing to catch the bus. Apparently I misstepped and
fell down an entire flight of stairs, (13 to be exact). I was bruised,
bleeding and I had torn my jeans... but my main concern was, naturally for
my child.
My fears were alleviated though when from behind me I heard a gleeful giggle
followed by, "Again!"
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