My life has been pretty normal; you eat, sleep, visit friends, and fall through floors. Yes you heard right, I did fall through a floor. This was during one of my 'blonde moments' (and my family says I have a lot of these moments). But before I tell you about the floor incident let me give you a little information on the 'blonde moment' thing. In my house I tend to have these stupid moments, you know the ones where you just ask a very stupid question or walk into a wall, or something. Well because of this my mom and her boyfriend have dubbed these my 'blonde moments' (it also helps that my hair is blonde in color), so now when ever someone does something stupid we tell then they are having a 'blonde moment'. Okay and now I can tell you about when I fell through a floor.

I was about twelve or thirteen at the time. I had just gotten home from school and was doing my homework when my friend, Nicole, called me and asked if I wanted to come over. I said yes, dropped my work, grabbed my jacket, and headed out the door. Have you ever realized that is seem much colder in the city in winter, than the rest of the little suburb areas. Must just be me. Well, I walked down the three houses to Nicole's house. Actually it was more like trudging through six inches of snow to get to her house, no one shoveled their sidewalk on this street (well with the exception with my family; and the three house we all separately lived in; and Nicole's family). Reaching her house I shed my show covered shoes and jacket, and headed to her room.

Now in order to get to her room you had to pass through the bathroom. She basically warned me that there was a 'soft spot' on the floor in there because her dad. Now let me tell you her dad is not a small man, so when he takes a bath (they had no shower) the water kinda escapes from the tub, if you know what I mean. Well at least this is what she said, and I really am not going to get into that. I had to of stepped over that spot at least eight times that day with no problems, but when I got called home everything changed.

I was walking out of Nicole's room and like I was told I stepped over the 'soft spot', but as soon as I put weight down on my left foot I basically fell through. So here I am half way through their floor is some odd position, with one leg thigh deep in the floor and the other sprawled out behind me. I look up at Nicole with a look that read oh-my-god-what-the- hell-just-happened-to-me. Instead of helping me out she just stood there and stared at me for a minute, before bursting out in a fit of laughter and calling her mom. So now I had both her and her mom laughing at me. Great. Finally after about another minute of them laughing at me Nicole helped me out of the floor. Once I was out I also burst out laughing.

Now there was only one problem, my shoe was gone. Nicole went to get a flash light, and we looked down the hole I just made. There was a lot of dirt weeds, and a few other items, but no shoe. At this time I got another call to come straight home, I tried to explain what happen but no one would believe me (that's what happens when you make up too many excuses to stay at a friends house). So, Nicole told me that they would go under the house and get my shoe. Let me just say it is not an easy thing to hop on one foot through the snow to get home, cause that is what I had to do.

Till this day Nicole still does not know what happen to my shoe. They went under their house the next day, and there was sight of it. We say that the rats took it. This is one experience I know I will never forget, and I know Nicole will never let me. And now for the moral of this story; never fall through a floor because you never know what might happen to your shoe.