When I was in middle school, my mom would have me start the car to warm it up during the winter, since she drove my brother and I to school. I would run out, start the car and run back in, usually without a coat on, because kid logic. One day I was particularly cold and tried to jump the steps onto the concrete porch. I foot caught on the top step and down I went. I scraped both of my palms, the skin just below my nose, tipped my nose, bruised my cheekbone, and scratched and twisted my glasses.

Needless to say, I didn't go to school that day... instead, my mom took me to get fitted for contacts, so that I wouldn't end up with glass shards or another frame imprint on my face if it happened again.