You know how one day you are walking along at an "old enough to know better" age and someone bets you to do something? In my case, you immediately revert to the "OH YEAH?!" stage of life and figure that mentality is okay because you are at rehearsal playing the roll of a 15-year old.
"I bet you can't do a double pirouette on this cement stage..." (this challenge coming from the 40-something who plays my father)
"We'll see about that..."
I felt the wind whipping around my face - 1, 2, 2 1/2....what's that cement step flying at my face for?
I was apparently standing on the edge of the stage and fell. Not just any fall. I'm talking the entire cast of 40 or more plus the folks there to support us, all watching my front-center stage catastrophe.
Six people, at least, immediately ran over to check out the damage. They don't know my indestructible history (I performed a gymnastics floor routine in a competition with a broke-in-two-places foot) and the nickname, "Thud."
What does my idiot mind think next? "Oh, I'll immediately jump up now and do it again and prove to them I can do it and I'm fine." Worked out okay the second time, but SERIOUSLY?!? Do not let me function in panicked "No, I'm not really mortifyingly embarrassed" mode. I just end up looking crazy.