We have a set of a few steps in our passage going down to the level of our bedroom. When we moved into the house I griped about the steps and the stupid people who would put steps in the middle of a passage. (Sorry Mr. McCormack. I know there was no other way.) Non-stop.
And indeed, I fell down those steps in the middle of the night going to the bathroom with monotonous regularity. Once even while I was pregnant.
One day I complained about the stupid three steps in our passage to a good friend of mine. She looked at me with a slight smile.
“Nelba,” she said, “there are four steps.”
I counted them and yes, sure, there were four. My perception and the reality were two different things. Different enough to trip me up. My problem was not the steps, but my perception of them.
Guess what? Ever since that day, I’ve never fallen down the steps again
3 responses so far ↓
Jodi // March 12, 2008 at 11:20 pm
wow…trippy!
Shannon // March 13, 2008 at 4:30 am
That is too much!
Jacqui's Mum in Aus // March 13, 2008 at 5:16 am
We have plenty of steps in this apartment block and within the apartment too. But I must admit I have been a step counter ever since I missed the bottom one and fell to my knees carrying Moo when he was a lot smaller. Fortunately I was also carrying a cushion in front of him so that prevented any part of him hitting the tiled floor. I have not fallen since, touch wood, and find counting as I go definitely helps me when my arms are full and I cannot see where my feet are going, or when moving around in the dark. I now even teach Master C now to count the steps as he goes.
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