When I was a child

When I was a child, I remember falling down and getting back up again. I remember being told to brush it off, and most of the time, I would. Sometimes, the fall would end up in a scraped knee or elbow. Most of the time a trip or a fall resulted in me forgetting about it 20 minutes later and never thinking about again. I woke up this morning sore! I currently feel like all of my muscles hurt. I am walking with a limp or a cane depending on which is more annoying at the moment. My hand that caught the fall is killing me. I can't pick up Shiloh with that hand. I still can't look to the right. Oh, that I were a child once more, and could just brush it off and not be wishing that yesterday didn't happen...