I went to a local park that was built to be accessible and is awful cool. I almost wish I were a kid in a wheelchair (physically, not emotionally).
I didn't go to play, but to have dinner a friend and her daughters. It was a lot of fun. We ate and then my friend pushed me around as her kids played.
She had offered to give me a lift home, but when we got to her car the kids were horrified. "How's he gonna stand up?" they worried.
Then there's my nephew. He wanted me to go upstairs and see something and his mom pointed out that I don't climb stairs. "If he'd just get out of the chair," he apparently replied.
Wednesday, July 23, 2008
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