As a kid, I would often dream I was falling backward into blackness. I don't like going backward to this day.
When I was younger and liked carnivals and fairs, I enjoyed being up in the Ferris Wheel until it stopped and started going backward.
Most of my auto accidents I have had were when I was driving backward.
A few years ago I attended a week long workshop and one of the exercises is shown in the picture: Falling backward into the waiting arms of other attendees. I could do all the other strenuous exercises, but I could not cross my arms across my chest and fall backward into their arms. The instructor kept repeating to me that they were my comrades, my peers, and on and on, but I could only think that they were strangers, how could I trust them to truly catch me.
Apparently, going forward is my best direction.