I think of you swinging in your grandmother’s back yard. Excitement & predictability combined: An autistic child’s favorite activity. It’s no wonder that some days you’d stay on the swings for hours. No giggles or smiles, but a look of deep concentration as if you are trying to defy physics with every swing.
But today, something apparently distracts you. Do you climb the fence on just a whim, or does something catch your eye?
But over you go and the adventure begins. Wading through the tall weeds, chasing grasshoppers that scatter with every step. Weaving through the fallen trees that would block an adults’ path.
At some point you hear a sound. The thrilling sound of trickling, gurgling, flowing water.
No longer are your steps random, but with great purpose you hike through the grass & find the creek.
Your shoes come off, then your socks and into the water you go. Following a school of fish, or maybe just the water’s flow when you step into the deep.
2006-09-09
13:38:47
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