After wearing out the floor in the house for a few weeks, I remember my first walk outside. My wife had gone to the store so I strolled out the front door, down the steps, and walked the 20 steps to the corner..........and "hit the wall!"
As I stood holding on to the street sign and wondering how I was going to get back in the house, a young man said "mister, are you OK?" He was skipping out of school, and was nice enough to help me back to the front porch.
I told him that I used to skip school and this is what happens if you don't go to school.
I think he went back and today he is finishing up his masters in biochemistry. (Or so I hope. He could also be the guy who stole my garbage can last week!)