Falling Down

I believe I was in 7th grade when I sold candy across the street from the Daly Plaza. I'm thinking it was the Tokyo Bank Building, but I could be wrong.
There's no one alive on this planet who was more uncoordinated with knees and elbows like I was at that age.
Combine those knees and elbows with 25 boxes of candy stuffed into 2 white bags. Now throw in an escalator. And you come up (or down) with:

A scrawny 13 year-old, falling and sliding down moving stairs with sliding candy boxes.
Legs and arms flailing, skirt a-sailing.
It wasn't pretty, folks.