If you press rewind on my story, you’ll see me as a 10-year-old girl, landing on my head after being bucked off a horse, sustaining a minor concussion. Later, you’ll gasp at the crushing of my chest in a car accident. You’ll see me land on my tailbone, twice: once, slipping on the ice while carrying oranges and another time when, my bunny-slippered feet went flying out from under me on my mother’s freshly waxed floor.