When one of my doctors asked me if I'd fallen in the past 6 months, or in the last year, whichever it was, I told them what happened when I was camping. I tried stepping over the tongue of my trailer but didn't make it. The top of my foot hit the trailer tongue and stopped, but the rest of my body kept moving forward. I slammed into the ground face first, hard. The doctor didn't think tripping over my trailer made me a fall hazard. Sometimes I stand one foot for a little while, with the other foot touching the side of my knee. Instead of spreading my arms out to help me balance, I tuck them in tight to my chest. I call it the flamingo. I'll be 64 this year, and my balance is still good most of the time, but my muscles and joints are painful and weak. Sometimes a knee will just say, I've had enough, and start to buckle. My legs have been messed up my whole life, and that's just one of those things that happens sometimes. One of these days I may take a tumble, without any vehicles being involved.