2/11 Old Age

I came pounding down the hallway, brimming with confidence of my mobility. I was really getting the hang of the whole “crutching-along” thing. Even my teacher noticed. “You’re moving quite fast there, Marcia,” he said. I struggled to respond, it still takes a lot of concentration to crutch my way along. Going against the flow of the emptying cafeteria after lunch was a huge struggle. I turned my head over my shoulder for just a second to respond, and WHAM.

I’d just gotten smacked in the face.

I think my age is starting to get to me. Maybe it’s just the perspective of the elderly. I am in their slow shoe(s) now, after all. Some people’s kids.

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