Sometimes you discover new things about yourself through an event in your life. It can be a minor event or a major one, or it can be a brief moment in time. This is what happened to me when we went to Disneyland this past weekend for our annual We Hate Football So Who Cares About the Superbowl Trip. In one fleeting moment, I discovered I was a superhero and could fly.
This trip was with Bubby and Pocket Fiance because of all the Star Wars: Seasons of the Force special stuff Disneyland has going on right now, so four little Geeks decided to make sure we got to see all the Star Wars things that were going on. This included a special exhibit over in one of the buildings that contained props, movie clips, merchandise, and even photos with two characters from the movie. We were super excited. We could have spent a long time in this exhibit. But one thing stopped us…the fullness of our bladders. In the middle of meeting characters and looking at all things geeky, the girls all had to use the restroom. So we went out to find the closest one to where we were located. As we left the building, we had a conversation:
Me: “Where is the nearest restroom anyways?”
BFF: “I think by Space Mountain. We are gonna have to sprint because I have to pee that bad.”
Disney Cast Member: “Are you looking for the closest restroom?”
BFF: “Yeah…by Space Mountain is the closest one.”
Disney Cast Member: “You would be wrong. There is one right around the corner.”
BFF: “It’s like a secret restroom! Score!” (she might have done a little dance or was just trying not to pee her pants)
As we walked down the steps to turn the corner, I stepped to avoid an older couple coming up the stairs. As I did so, somehow, my right foot rolled underneath me. And not just turned wrong. It felt as though it turned completely backward and upside down. I was waiting to hear a crack as I stumbled and tried to stay upright. The pavement was coming straight for my head and all I could think was that I was going to face plant on the cement stairs and tumble down them, thereby ending our vacation as I would have suffered a severe head injury and broken bones. I grabbed the banister as I flew through the air, did a pirouette type move, and might have remained airborne for a few moments. I also might have thought “I CAN fly!” as I stumbled and tried to stay upright. I heard Pocket Fiance gasp and say “OH NO!” and I heard BFF sharply intake her breath. I stumbled through the air and down the stairs and somehow, I landed on both feet, a few stair steps down from where I started. I turned and looked up at Pocket Fiance and BFF and saw the horror on their faces and the Cast Member starting towards me, so I looked down and saw my foot was still attached to my leg and was turned the correct way. Whew. It was still attached. That would have been so gross if my foot was not attached to my body anymore or turned the wrong way like I had thought. That would have put a damper on our vacation and might have turned Disneyland’s Star Wars exhibit into a real bloody battlefield. Pretty sure I might have given the Cast Member who witnessed my flight a heart attack as well. That would have been a mountain of paperwork for her.
I quickly tested out the ankle and even though it hurt, I was able to walk. I have never seen people rush towards me so fast ever, as I was walking gingerly on my ankle towards the secret restroom. BFF and Pocket Fiance got on either side of me and BFF checked me out with her nursing skills. She agreed my foot was still attached and she could not believe it. I guess from where they were located behind me, it really did look like I flew through the air. BFF told me she she actually thought I had broken not only my ankle, but also my leg and wanted to know how the hell I was still walking. I had no idea. I should have broken at least my ankle. I should have fallen head first down cement stairs and gotten a head injury. Instead, I was able to walk to the restroom…thank goodness. My ankle was slightly tender the rest of the day, but strangely enough, there was no swelling or bruising. Huh. I guess I did fly for a few moments. Also, all my classical ballet training must have come in handy. Yippee for flexible joints!
One last thing….I met with Boss Bean while I was there and guess what? Son of Sofa comes out on Sunday!!! SURPRISE!! Yes! Valentine’s Day! The perfect gift for that person in your life or you tell your sweetie that it will be here just in time! No joke… it will finally be here for you all to read to your heart’s content. I super hope all my readers love it and share the love. Boss Bean told BFF and I that people were emailing her asking about when it is going to release and that also thrills me to no end. This mean you all are just as excited as myself. Feel free to download and share the graphic with everyone you know. And feel free to share with me when you get your copy! Post photos on my Facebook page or tag me on Instagram and Twitter! I want to see you with my book!! Whoot Whoot!
Oh yeah. I didn’t die today. Instead, I discovered that I could fly and that I am super glad I was a ballerina in a past life but I didn’t die (or break anything either). I am Fat Girl believing I can fly with a book coming out on Sunday Running. The experiment continues….