Stairs

I've lived in a lot of 2^nd and 3^rd floor apartments over the years.  I never gave it a second thought.  I never once worried about whether a place was upstairs, downstairs, or otherwise.  I lived on the 3^rd floor for 2 ½ years in college, and no amount of alcohol ever caused me to fall.

It's difficult for me to imagine.  I watch in disbelief when I see people casually jog down a flight of stairs with their hands full, even turning to say goodbye.  The thought of falling never enters their minds.  You'd think I'd remember what that's like, but I don't.  Not really.  I see a flight of stairs and look for the handrail.