PD 1: Beirne, Emily I remember poem

I remember falling on my face during my dance rehearsal. The way the dressing room smelled like hairspray and make up and how the stage smelled weird and sweaty. I remember the salty tears in my mouth like a wave crashing directly down your throat. Tillie's moms touch picking me up from the cold stage quicker than the speed of light. I remember my vision going wild as I started plummeting to the ground. How the stage charged towards me before I could realize what happened. Each time I recall this memory, I laugh at my parents reactions- turning off the camera in fear. That fall to the face makes me realize how clumsy I am.