Something you should know about me--when I was born, one of my legs was a wee bit longer than the other one (Incidentally, John F. Kennedy had the same condition--it helped give him what became known as his trademark swaggah... I got picked on for how I walked as a kid). Consequently I never really took my real actual "first steps" until I was almost two years old. Rather late, in terms of the bell curve. Saw proof of it in my Christmas gift from my mom, in the DVDs converted from old 8mm film (yes, that's how old I am) by way of VHS (yes, that's really how old I am...) But I was watching those old videos this morning that I'd seen a million times before, and saw how all along the way my right ankle was turned IN, never wanting to plant itself firmly on the ground. But never did I straighten that one foot out and give myself a solid base--that took me a lot longer to learn.
Later on I was just on the verge of being able to walk on my own: got Mom & Grandma doing all they can to coax me across the living room floor. Seems like I was a gamer for a good while there, gave it my best shot and all... but eventually, it's clear I'd had enough--even on this 8mm film of ours, I'm sitting there shaking my head, making it quite clear that I've had enough for the day.
Alyssa helped me realize that this helps explain my obsession with the act of walking--it was, after all, extremely difficult for me to do in the first place. Why not relish it?
Also lived and relived the greatest season in San Francisco Giants history this Christmas--ain't nothin' wrong with THAT!
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