it's just sad when adults fall down

I would be that adult! I woke up today sore and feeling jarred from my graceful fall in the street. Keith and I went to the neighborhood parade of homes after church yesterday. We only went into a couple of homes. Then we saw "our" house under construction and decided to go in and look around. It was so fun. Then we left...and walking through the dirt lot was no problem in my dansko shoes. It was when we were back on the street, I apparently stepped on a rock which caused my ankle to turn and I was down on the street. Keith was a couple of steps in front of me, when he heard the thud that was my body hitting the pavement, he turned around to see me layed out. He thought I had fainted. He pulled me up, all disheveled, thinking I was crying (couldn't see my face as my hair was all over); in fact I was laughing hysterically at how ridiculus I must've looked to anyone who might've caught a glimpse of me. I even ripped a tiny hole in my pants. Here I am this morning with a sore shoulder, hip and wrist along with a slightly skinned hand, elbow and knee.
What's going to happen to me when I'm 80 and falling down? It's just sad....