@lucillelucillelucille I did the SAME THING going down our basement steps when I was in high school. I wasn’t whistling though. I remember lying flat on my back at the bottom of the stairs thinking “WTF??” and then “Hope I’m not paralyzed….” There was a dent in the ceiling that my forehead would have fit into perfectly.
A couple of years ago, I was running up the front steps and tripped, hit my forehead on the bricks by the front door. Not hard enough to really injure myself, but I felt like an idiot.
Another time, in middle school, I was sitting on a wood bench at the school’s playground. I slid over to make room for a friend, and a huge splinter went right through my jeans and into the back of my thigh. The school nurse couldn’t get it out, so my mom had to take me to the doctor to remove it.
I also ruptured a disk in my back while playing on the slide with my daughter, and recently bruised myself up by crashing into a tree while sledding. Good times, good times.