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I am Clumsy

My mother says that I am clumsy.

My father says that I am clumsy.

I know that I am clumsy.

I do things all the time that are clumsy.

I fall down for no reason at all.

If there is a crack in the sidewalk, I will be sure to trip on it and fall down.

If I carry a plate of food in the cafeteria, I almost always either drop it or bump into someone with it.

I don’t try to do these things, it just happens.

When I drink juice, I miss my mouth and get juice all over my shirt.

I always have something spilled on my clothes.

Last week I opened a jar of peanut butter.

The jar flew out of my hands and landed upside down on the floor.

There was a big glob of peanut butter on the floor.

Yesterday I knocked over the sugar bowl.

There was a big sticky mess on the floor.

I bump my head when I get into the car.

I rip my pants on things.

I lose my money out of my pockets.

I step on the cat’s tail.

I always feel bad when I do that because the cat thinks I don’t love her.

I don’t mean to do these things.

I am just a clumsy person.

My parents tell me to slow down.

I am always in a hurry; maybe that’s why I’m so clumsy.

Maybe it’s just a stage that I am going through.

If it is, I hope it is over soon.

Being clumsy is no fun at all.