Once again, my years of martial arts training save me: if I hadn’t fallen properly, I probably would have broken my arm instead of getting a nice big bruise on my shoulder and little feeling below my elbow for several minutes.
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M: (climbs stairs, rings doorbell) Trick or treat!
Inhabitant: Here ya go! Happy hallowe’en!
M: Thank you! (dismounts stairs, then runs to catch up with L)
*CRUMMP*
L: What was THAT?!
M: That was my dad.
D: …I’m okay!
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I don’t recommend anyone step backwards, in the dark, down unfamiliar stairs, onto a wet newspaper that’s covered in wet leaves. You may fall.