shower curtain catastrophe

I was about this age the last time I stayed over night at Aunt Marilyn and Uncle Bill's house. There is a reason it has been this long. Let me explain.

When I was in 8th grade, my dad, Jim Binnie, his son Jimmy, and I, came up to Michigan to watch some of the NCAA tournament games. While we were in Michigan we stayed at the Leach's house. The last night of our stay I was getting ready to take a shower. The water was running and I was excited for a nice hot shower before bed. As I took one step into the tub, I lost my footing and I went flying up into the air. I realized I was going to land hard on the outside of the tub so in an effort not to shatter my tail bone, I grabbed on for dear life. What was there to grab onto at such a crucial moment? I can answer that for you plain and simple. I grabbed onto with both hand and all my weight, to Aunt Marilyn's brand new shower curtain. This beautiful shower curtain had been ripped off the pole above and was covering me like a blanket. Of course I still landed hard on the tub so Jimmy came running into the bathroom and then ran right out again so he wouldn't laugh too hard.

Unfortunately, I was young, immature, and embarrassed, so I did not tell my aunt. Should I have? Yes. Did I? No. It wasn't until we were on the road that I mustered up enough guts to call her and inform her of the damage and apologize.

That was the last time I was here and luckily they are letting me stay here again. I am being extra cautious every time I step into the shower, I do not need another shower curtain catastrophe!