(I write this in memory of who I used to be. I used to be young. Now, I am young at heart.
This isn't well written. It's just what I wrote down. I'd edit it a bit but I need to get out and about before it rains. I like walking when I can. Hope you understand)
When I was young, I walked all over. Ran actually. I can remember strolling through the woods. Looking up at those tall trees. Listening to the sounds that wrapped them. I'd be gone for hours. This trail and the other. As I grew older, I still walked but not as much. Still enjoyed the sounds and the smells of nature but slower were my strides. Whomever I'd be with would turn around to see if I was still there. I was. Just in my own world. The slower one. As years went by, my slower pace became a mini race. My slowness became a trip here or there. A fall if I wasn't looking. A tree root that I didn't notice. After a while, I did stop looking up. My years of just looking around were over. I now look down. I walk very slow. Still trying to look up at the sky. I think my world is better for this. This not being able to quite keep up. Up with the faster people. People who don't realize how I'm not different. Different in the way I see the world. The world that made me appreciate the ability to walk. To walk without falling. Falling isn't as much fun as one might think. Thinking of falling is what made me get a cane. I have four of them. They wait for me to need them. I need them when I'm walking slower than even I would like. I would like to not need these canes. These canes have helped me continue my walks. My walks that I started as a young girl. A young girl who had no idea that walking wouldn't be easy. Easy as it was when she was young. She was young and I am not but I have those memories. Those memories of when I was.
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