Three years ago, I made the following post on my old blog: (For anyone who cares, here is a link to the original post)
When I was in 8th grade, a kid in my English class stumbled as he got up from his desk. Predictably, I laughed, and my teacher, Mrs. Smith, was not pleased. "Michael, I am very disappointed in you", she said. "Only immature people laugh at somebody when they trip and fall. You'll know you are an adult when you no longer find that funny."
Yesterday, I turned 26. Walking across campus, I saw someone stumble on the sidewalk, and I chuckled a little bit. Oh well, so much for being an adult.
I turned 29 today, which makes it ironic that I was reminded of that post I made three years ago. I was taking the garbage out and some kid was kicking a soccer ball on the sidewalk in front of his house. Out of the corner of my eye I saw him try to stand on the ball with one leg. He wasn't successful. He fell on his ass, hard. I'd be lying if I said I didn't laugh at him. A lot.
At this point I am starting to suspect that my 8th grade teacher was wrong. People falling down is fucking funny, I don't care how old you are.
