Parks, Play, Pee and a Powered Chair
One of my most cherished days of the last six months was spent with my brother and little nephew.
The bro and I walked/wheeled to the local nursery to collect the kid, who had apparently been chilling with real lions and tigers – “ROAR”
I’m not convinced.
We all walked home via the park, where we fussed some friendly doggies, played hide and seek, oh, and the kid peed up a tree!
As the boys ran ahead, my powered wheelchair stopped abruptly in the middle of the park, and wouldn’t budge. Crap!
With no obvious reason for the breakdown, bro did the sensible thing and gave my chair a damn good shake and a whack!
While all this was going on, little man, totally unfazed, called out, “Cazzy, I got a stick!”
I appreciate this isn’t everyone’s idea of a good time. But for me, laughing, talking and having fun in the sun with those I love is what I value most in life. The simple pleasures.
By the way, I’m no longer stranded in the middle of the park. We managed to kick-start my rebellious chair and make it home, where many more giggles and games took place.
Thank frig I was with my boys!