In front of a hundred or so kids and parents and teachers.
And it hurt so much.
And now both my knees are scraped, but my right one is swollen and extra pretty and my elbow is all raw and my left toe feels maybe broken and my right thigh hurts from god only knows and oh yes, my palms are a mess.
It's like a physical manifestation of emotional turmoil.
But, that's a post for another day.
In other news, when I haven't been eating shit, I have been in Sacramento where I panned for gold, toured the Capitol building and explored 2 hard pick mines with Jack and the rest of his 4th grade class.
I've also been in Portland, Oregon and, Well Done, Portland! That's a nice little city you've got for yourselves there.
And now I am home, and I little cranky about my 38 year old sore as fuck body.