Carefulness

Since I can remember I've never been careful with myself; I always end up tripping or hurting myself out of nowhere. When I was a baby, my mom told me I was jumping on the bed and ended up falling, breaking my arm and going to the hospital. Later on when I was 7, we were going to the store to buy groceries.  As I got to the store and got out the car I never saw where I put my hand when I closed the door of the car.  So, right when I closed the door of the car I smashed three of my fingers, and the middle finger was the one that was hurting the most.  Recently, a few months ago my cousin spends the weekend over my house.  On Sunday my mom goes to church I stay home and clean because I don’t want to go with her.  That Sunday my cousin and I woke up late like at noon, we put music on the computer and got on Facebook. We spent almost three hours doing nothing.  So I decide to go to the window and see what was out there. I saw my mom coming, as I saw her I started clean up as fast as I could and when I was going to the kitchen, rushing to throw the trash I tripped and slipped so bad I ended up falling to ground and couldn’t walk.  Therefore, these confirm that I’m not careful with myself and end up hurting myself on unexpected days.