At first I'm standing, and then the next second I'm tripping over myself. Taking a spill over my grandfather's retaining wall into the mulch in his neighbor's front yard; so much for yard work. I landed flat on my back but on the way down somehow, I lacerated my shin and I can't stop the bleeding. Running ‘round into the back yard turning faucets to the left. Wiping dirt out from the crater that has appeared on the surface. And now I'm laying in the back yard applying pressure on the swollen patch of skin. While gram and gramps debate hospital trips and I'm already over it. Yeah, a little blood never hurt anyone. Knees in the mud, well I’m not sure that was the plan. But, sometimes we get a little blood on our hands.