The Joys Of Sliding Down Rails

Sam tells us about how he learned about gravity.

When I was five, I watched other, older children sliding down a railing outside of our apartment building. I remember thinking how fun it looked.

After the other kids left, I ran outside and hoisted myself upon the railing. There I sat, not moving an inch. I began pumping my legs and tush to get going, which caused me to lose my balance. I flipped upside down, fell and landed square on my head. What followed was a lot of blood on the pavement, bawling, my mother's terrified screams, and a trip to the ER to get stitches.

The older kids had been sliding down the stairwell railing. I had no concept of gravity, and had chosen a dead level section of the rail to slide on.

Before my inevitable fall, I must have looked like I was humping the damn thing.

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