How do you tell the truth of a story when it’s unbelievable?

Have you ever had a near-death experience that you survived in a way you can’t fully explain?

I’ve had a three. My hubby and I got to talking about those moments where something just…stops you. And you don’t know why, but seconds later you realise how close you came to being seriously injured.

The one I want to share with you today happened when I was about three or four. We lived in a two storey house in Corby. My bedroom happened to be upstairs. Our staircase was narrow and went straight from one floor to the next without a landing.

(That bit is significant lol.)

It’s one of those crystal clear memories from childhood that I remember like it happened yesterday.

I’d run up the stairs to my room. I stopped at the top, but my little feet ended up being only halfway on the step. My body tilted, and I literally fell straight back.

Somehow, in all of this, I managed to fall without hitting a step, the wall, or the railing. It’s almost as though I floated to the bottom. I distinctly remember teetering on my toes, falling, and landing on the carpet at the bottom of the steps.

I didn’t even have a bruise.

I’ve no idea how I didn’t bash some part of my body against the stairs or wall.

Have you ever had an experience like that? Where you’ve no idea how you didn’t get seriously injured or worse?