I agree with Bigfoot Mike, I remember those days as a tenderfoot when I lacked confidence, I remember the first time I climbed up Striding Edge, I was certainly out of my comfort zone, but once done, easy peasy!
I've fallen over so many times, luckily never injured, mostly embarrassed. I've always found that one never falls with grace and dignity, in my case legs and arms flailing in all directions! The good thing is that when hiking, to my knowledge, no one has ever seen me fall.
I also remember the day when I walked my first footpath edge, clung on to every rock I could find for a while, gained my confidence and never looked back.
The only problem I have not been able to solve is how to wild camp and sleep well at the same time. My imagination tends to run away with me and I still have all sorts of weird dreams. My weirdest recent one was wild camping one night on Hadrians Wall, it's so easy to get carried away with the time span and the location of it all, I saw Russell Crowe everywhere!