I was measuring out a length of rope. Tanner wanted to make a long clothsline (don't ask me why). Of course, being a brother he was too lazy to do it himself, so I did it. Anyways, I had about 25 feet of centimetre thick rope lain out on the ground in front of me. Now this is why I called the story bad balance. I straightened out that last bit of rope, while still holding it, and tripped. The place where I did it was on a slight slant. A fell and rolled all the way down the hill. Eventually, I reached the bottom and stopped rolling. By then the rope had wrapped itself around me and the two ends had gotten tangled in it. Now it does not sound like it would be hard to get out of but is was. (Why me!) after about fifteen minutes of struggling against my bonds I loosened them and got free and then went inside. And I never even measured out the rope.
