Were you a clumsy or a dainty little girl?

Clumsy!!!! My mother called me a fairy elephant - I'm scarred for life by those comments but I'm not at all clumsy as an adult.

Clumsy! All arms and legs and lacking in any sort of grace or coordination whatsoever!

I was clumsy and DH says I am still clumsy.

The girl with the permanently grazed knees - that was me.

ps I looked dainty - looks were deceptive

My Dad called me a camel! Nuff said!

I'm still the same!!

A bit gauche. Clothes always in disarray. Always laughing.

I wasn’t clumsy, but ‘dainty’ doesn’t seem quite the right word because I was always quite tall for my age. I think I was quite graceful. I was very much into ballet and music, so I danced a lot. I didn’t do many practical things, but I don’t remember breaking anything or knocking things over. I only remember one badly grazed knee in my life, when I fell off my scooter at the age of 6.

One thing I was clumsy at was playing the piano. I have no idea why I was so bad at it, because I loved music, but somehow my fingers wouldn’t find the right notes. I was also very bad at sewing. I suppose that’s a kind of clumsiness - or perhaps just total lack of interest.

I don't think I was clumsy, but I always seemed to look scruffy, with dirty knees. A bit like you, Bellanonna.

I was clumsy and always had bruises usually on my hips but I couldn't remember how I had done them because I bumped into so many things- desks at school were a particular hazard! I still tend to bump into things and drop things, glasses and crockery don't last long round here!

I was a clumsy and ungainly child who grew into a clumsy and ungainly adult. If there's anything to be tripped over, bumped into or dropped then I'll find it. The harder I try to be co-ordinated, the more clumsy I seem to be. Things are unlikely to change now so I guess I'll just have to live with it.

Nowadays you clumsy people would be diagnosed as Dyspraxic .

I know!

My mums words of "bull in a china shop" comes to mind my knees where forever covered in plasters from falling off my bike or scooter,we went on holiday one year to a caravan in Wales and my twin brother and I where playing football outside and guess who fell and broke her leg which meant we had to come home 4 days into the holiday,I was never allowed to forget that.My brother (mr.goody 2 shoes) never got any scrapes for some reason.

I wasn't clumsy but I wasn't all that dainty either. I was a skinny child, but sporty and wiry. Played cricket, climbed trees, and made dens in the woods with my cousins and friends. I once tore my Sunday best skirt on a branch while climbing a tree!

Petite but a tomboy and clumsy. My mother forced me to do ballet. I only lasted one term!

I was very tall for my age, with ridiculously long arms and legs, so I had a tendency to knock things over a lot!
I still do it now, I'm unaware of how long my arms and legs are!

I was a clumsy child and am a clumsy adult. My son is the same and my grand son, my gran, who grew up in India, used to call me a juttput. I am not sure if that is how you spell it and I do hope it’s not rude, though I can’t imagine my gran saying anything rude!

Not clumsy or dainty really, I was a small thin child giving to tree climbing and roaming about with friends in the countryside.The only accidents I remember involved coming a cropper on my bike.

I was clumsy as a child and remain so even now. I always have bruises and my husband has made it his life's work repairing all the things I have broken. I would have loved to be a delicate little plant sadly more like Nellie the elephant.

Neither not clumsy nor dainty. Tall, skinny (then!), unruly hair, top never tucked into the bottom. Generally untidy really. Probably not much different now, the difference being no one nags me to look any different now.

When I was being assessed for my hip op , the Surgeon remarked on the various scars adorning my knees and ankles . I had very slim legs and ankles but the said scars kind of spoiled the look

I was never a clumsy child, but always unkempt and a terrible tomboy; noisy, boisterous and not at all dainty. My grandmother complained bitterly that she never saw me in a skirt. If we were children now, hildajenniJ and I would no doubt be bosom buddies!. I tore the hem off my best dress on the top of a slide! Do you bowl or bat, Hilda?

I tore my best coat climbing a tree to scrump

I was very clumsy, I would spill at every meal table, the more I got smacked for it the more clumsy I became.
I was always falling over and hitting my head, would probably have a syndrome now to describe it.