Sheila Cummings squealed “I like to giggle,” roller-skated across her personal backyard stage and, misjudging its depth in the black of the night, fell off its lip onto the concrete patio below with an ear-splitting crash.

“Owwww!” she cackled loudly. “That hurt!” She stayed down for about ten minutes, “just to heal,” she whispered to herself. “Let the healing process begin.”