A fall.

When I was a child I had a great love of escalators, but an equally great fear that I would fall getting on or off. They seemed so fast for my small legs. Today, after riding an all night train from Zurich, Switzerland back to my temporary home of Vienna, Austria, my childhood fear was realized. Spencer was carrying the big, backpacking bag I had been using, and I my normal sized backpack. He was behind me, and the way he was positioned, every time he turned to talk to me, the big bag would swing to one direction and come mere millimeters from hitting the other escalator passengers. I looked back to try to warn him of this, but unbeknownst to me, the escalator was at its end. I fell sideways on the floor with a loud boom. It all happened so quickly. My right shoulder, hip, and knee took the greatest hit. Thankfully I was able to get up rather easily, and walk away from the scene. The Austrian folk stared and stared.