A Long Fall
We used to live in an old farm house with a very steep long staircase right next to my room. When I was about 2 or 3 I fell down the stairs. I still remember it because it felt like I was falling in slow motion.
I lost my balance, started to fall and tried to grip part of the banister going down again and again but couldn’t hold on to it. Through the banister I could see my moms shocked face in the dining room and her jumping up.
All still slowed down. When I reached the bottom I slammed against the front door and just kinda lay there and saw my mom running down the stairs towards me. Time sped up again.
I know it happened but I still remember falling so clearly it seems weird. My mom told me I kept saying ” I couldn’t hold on” in between crying.