I don’t know whether it’s age, increasing annoyance at my Friedreich’s ataxia, a combination or something else, but I find myself less amused by my little “adventures,” as Mom calls them.
Like today, when I found myself stuck on a driveway curb cut in the neighborhood.
A mom was leaving the driveway and pulled me free.
I was glad, of course, but it left me wanting to cry..
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