Today I fell. I fell off my bike. The last time I did that was probably sometime when I was seven. I was so little I didn't even know how to speak Swedish. I only knew the words I had memorized since I was waay little, like two years old. Or, even earlier as it in fact was my first language. I remembered words like "bra". Because, well, I guess I thought that was funny and the time. But that's not the point. My point is that this sort of thing is not supposed to happen anymore. You're not supposed to fall off your bike when you're 18.