Game or Reality?

Remember putting on your mother's sandals, when you were a little child? I was no exception. When I was six years old, I put on my mother's sandals and started running down the stairs. In a bleak of an eye, I slipped and fell down. In addition, our apartment was new-built and the stairs had no case! Moreover, I was at the third floor!
Slipping down the stairs, I fell into the space between the stairs and I just had time to grab the edge of a stair. Hanging off only one hand, I could even see the stairs of the ground flat! Although I was screaming continuously, I was not able to recognize that I was so near to death. In fact, I perceived that situation rather funny or something like any game which ends in happiness. I was sunk into these thoughts until my mother and my aunt arrived screamingly and survived me!