three truths and a lie, story 1

This is part 1 of the four-part contest series entitled 3 truths and a lie. After I post on Friday, you'll be allowed to guess which story is the lie. No guessing until after I post on Friday.

I have never been the most graceful, coordinated person. I am not usually ultra-klutzy but I lean toward the klutzier side of the spectrum.

My sophomore year at college, I met Steve. I don't remember how we met; but he talked me into taking an ROTC course that he helped teach. He was super cute so I learned to march in formation and paint my face in camouflage colors. I even learned to rapel down the side of buildings.

It all paid off when Steve finally asked me out. We decided to go climb trees in Rexburg's city park. We walked to the park, talking and laughing and having a good time. Then we started climbing.

I actually fell from the first tree I even attempted to climb on our date. I fell flat on my back which knocked the wind out of me. It felt like forever before I could gasp for breath once more! All my hard work at mostly-coordinated formation marching to impress him was erased in one fall! Steve gallantly escorted me home with my bruised pride and a massive headache. The date was over after maybe a 6 foot fall.

No real harm done except to my ego and to my budding relationship with the cute ROTC guru. Klutziness 1, Marvelle 0.