I remember the middle of my freshman year in highschool when I was the biggest clutz to have ever walked the halls. I was innocently talking with my friend Payal when we started to head down a flight of stairs to go back to class. One about the third or second step from the bottom..I tripped. I went flying and slid across floor until I ran into the wall, still on my knees. Now from what I've heard from those who saw I looked a bit...lets just say ....strange. My arms were bent and up by my face to keep my nose from smashing into the wall and my knees were bent but they ran into the wall so I was really close up to it. My face was just and inch from the wall and apparently it looked like I was kissing the wall! If the trip wasn't embarrassing enough I ended up looking like I was making out with a wall! From then on at that school I was referred to as the "wall kisser".