Tales of Sleepwalking: My First Time
Looking back, my first memory of sleepwalking was when I was 10. I walked off the end of the bed. That was it. I suppose I had a bit of momentum going because I hit the wall-which was at least 3 feet from the end of my bed. I fell on a stack of books and didn’t wake up until my parents came rushing into my room to see what happened. I don’t remember what I was dreaming or what made me get up and rush the wall, but the bruise I sported for two weeks after, was enough for me to remember the experience.
My first time. There it is. There may have been others, I will have to ask my Mom. But this is the first that I remember. They get better from here, trust me.
Next up-Hawaii. Yep, I went sleepwalking while vacationing on the island of Maui. Not pretty.
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