We're going back

     As I wake up for school on this seemingly normal day I began my morning routine; get dressed, brush my hair, eat breakfast pack my bags and walk to school. The trip to school is a relatively short one, and I've taken it nearly a thousand times before. Just walk out my back yard through a couple soccer fields and bam, you're there, education station.
      I slung my backpack over my shoulders and walk out the front door of my house. The sun is bright in my eyes as a gaze into the sky I see there isn't a single cloud floating above. I make my way to the back yard. The grass is still dewy and my toes begin to chill. I keep walking as I breath in the fresh spring morning air.
     As I walk I stare down at my feet thinking 'heel to toes, heel to toes, heel to toes" this goes on for a while until I finally look up and see the school building getting closer, I can see my friends and as they wave at me to flag me down I start walking faster towards them. They start laughing about something, I speed up so that I can try to catch the joke. I lose track of my heels and toes and as I feel I'm losing myself I start stumbling to the ground.
     I shut my eyes and inhale one huge breath. I notice that's something that people do when ever the sensation of falling occurs. You take what could be your one last deep breath before it all ends. More times then not though you find yourself just hitting the ground with a thump and realizing how much of a fool you've made yourself. In the back of your head you kind of wishing that, that was your final breath. At least then you wouldn't have to live with the embarrassment.
    I just hit the ground, no last breath for me. The joke I was once speeding up to catch has now caught me. I'm the butt of their laughter now. I don't mind so much really, life is all about falling and getting yourself back up again. I take every fall, stumble, trip and even push as a life experience. you learn something from every one of them.