I am not quite sure where we were living for this one, but I am almost positive it was in Utah because we were still small enough to be taking regular baths. Brad doesn’t remember the event, so we must have been young. We were young enough that we still took baths all the time, and I remember we made lots of messes on the floor because of all of the splashing around and playing. Yes, I also remember getting yelled at a lot and having to try and clean up all the water and getting yelled at some more.

As I am sure you know, getting in and out of a bathtub means stepping over the edge of the tub so that you can put your feet on the floor since the edge gets super slippery. Well, I didn’t know! Okay, I did know it was slippery but I didn’t care. It was way more fun to put my foot on the edge of the tub and JUMP out and then land on the floor. It made me feel like a superhero flying out of the water, or maybe just a dolphin jumping, or whatever. The water would whoosh up with me and splash back down, sometimes in the tub but usually on the floor. It was cool. Trust me. Totally cool. I did this a lot. One day my mom caught me and was yelling, “You’re going to slip and bust your head open!” Whatever. You might know this by now, but moms are always wrong. By always I mean every single time.

Except this one. The next time I went to jump out of the tub, Slip! CRACK! My wet foot slid when I pushed myself to jump and my face went directly toward where gravity told it to go: down. I smashed my chin. I don’t remember if I hit the tub or the toiled, but it split my chin wide open. I got a trip to the doctor and some stitches. I still have the scar right across the bottom of my chin. Now that I am older, I am pretty sure it was all my mom’s fault. If she hadn’t told me I was going to slip (and probably cast an evil hex on me), I probably would have continued to jump out like a breaching whale forever!

Love,
Fazia