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Hello, to all my good friends out there. First off, I would like to say I am sorry for being gone so long. Believe it or not, I was having the biggest writer's block even though I am truly not a writer in any sense of the word. But I was really at a conundrumof what I wanted to say next. I just knew that it had to do with monkey bars. Intrigued?
Let me start by giving you a little history into the sort of person and I am and how I think. I picture everything. When I see a maze I form a picture in my head first on how the maze will end. If I throw a party I picture how the party will go. I am sure we all do this, and we will do our damnest to make the outcome picture exactly how we imagined it. Which leads me to a email conversation that I was having with my wonderful friend Dana.

Why is there always monkey bars?" I write.
Dana writes back and you can hear the giggle in her voice, "What are you talking about? Monkey bars?" 
On my recent 5k Run for your Lives obstacle course the last obstacle was monkey bars.
"Yes, my Moby Dick, is monkey bars. I always see myself crossing them with no problem and that I just sail across like my 6 year old, but all I seem to do is grab one rung and then wham! into the water. If it was a life or death situation I would be dead. "
Dana writes back really laughing now,  and writes, "It cracks me up that your crying moment morphed into cussing when confronted by those damn bars." hee hee.. 

Living with Cerebral Palsy requires creative thinking in all aspects of my life. I type with one hand about 25 wpm. I eat and write with my left hand, and I carry most items with my left hand. If something I need to do requires both hands, I will work it so my right arm or hand is construed in some sort of geometry angle with no name to make whatever I am doing work. Sometimes it works, sometimes I am cleaning a mess up. The point is before I do anything I picture in my head how it will work. This is the same with the monkey bars. I stand on the platform, I picture that I am going to fly over the monkey bars to the other side. It is the most frustrating thing in the world to me when this does not happen. What happens is I fall to the ground and my son running off giggling knowing he is better then me, in his 6 year old way.

I owe this "picture everything" talent to all my parents. (Yes, I said all) I grew up with my twin and knowing that I was different, but not that different. C.P was not to be used as excuse, ever. In turn, I have to give my parents credit for developing my critical thinking skills when I am carry the 20lb box with one hand, or dangling from the tree house 7 feet off the ground but knowing I am not going to be able to climb the rest way up. So thank you moms and dads for helping me develop my pain tolerance in life so early. And developing my mantra "Oh this going to hurt."

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