...you agonize over an embarrassing situation years later.

Uhh make that 15 years later...

I have a very embarrassing memory from my childhood that I still agonize over and stop and shudder when I think about it. 

The awfully awkward moment took place when I was probably five or six years old. My father was the coach of the high school football team, and I went to a lot of the practices with him to serve as the water girl and stare at all the cute players. 

One day after practices, I was playing around on the bleachers, running up and down. Well, what do I do best as an awkward penguin? Fall. 

I tripped and smacked my bottom on the bleachers. It was great timing, too. Right after practice had ended when all the players were walking by on their way to the locker room. 

I may have been a five, but I had pride and a heart full of five-year-old love for my boys, so my ego definitely took a hit along with my rear end. 

Of course, the player to come over and see if I was ok was the one I had been fantasizing about marriage with. Ok, I know I was five and he was 18, but I was willing to deal with the age gap if he was. I figured when he is 100 and I'm 87, who'd notice the age difference?

Anyways, he jogged over in all his beautifully sculpted glory, flipped his hair, flashed a perfect pearly smile and asked if I was ok. 

I will never stop wanting to force myself to step on a lego for the answer that I gave him. I still wince just thinking about it. 

"I'm fine. I meant to do that."