/bg.....I went to a private Christian college for my teaching degree. I also grew up with very weak ankles (was recently diagnosed with hypermobility, so it's all my joints now, not just the ankles.) We were required to wear skirts/hose at all times and as nice of shoes as we could. I usually wear ankle boots for some extra support, but on Sundays would wear flats to be more dressy./bg
One Sunday morning, it was raining and pouring out. My friends and I had just finished lunch in the dining common when I realized I needed to run quickly to check in an outreach group I was in before we had to go to our every-other-Sunday special service called Vespers. I ran out the inside doors, hit the outside door at a good clip, stepped onto the faux tile (made from concrete that had a pattern pressed into it to look more fancy) and instantly my right ankle twisted and I went flying. Not just falling down, but flying, like superman, hands outstretched, Bible one direction, notebook the other, and slid right into a ring of good looking guys. As I'm sliding, the only thing I can think of is "Oh, I hope this doesn't ruin my favorite new outfit!".....then, oh great, look at all the cute guys! On top of all that, they ended up calling the campus ambulance to take me away. When the EMT guy got to me, he looked at my ankle with it's nice, thick pantyhose on it, and asked me if I could lift up enough to slide them down, or if I was going to be devastated if he cut them. I told him they were knee-highs and he sighed in relief very loudly. He explained he had a girlfriend and could tell they were nice hose so he was happy he didn't have to ruin them! Ever after, we called that my superman date pick-up move! (and I can laugh at it now, too, even remember it fondly as one of my most flamboyant ankle sprains!)