Juvenile Nonfiction

Up high.

Yesterday marked my fourth weekend this spr/ummer out walking on my stilts. A friend made them for me last year, for my birthday, but circumstances conspired against my practicing much with them then. This year I’ve made it a goal to get comfortable on them by the end of summer.

Till now, I’ve pretty much limited myself to walking on the grass in the back yard, taking short hops from the playset to the clothesline pole to the garage roof. It’s been a good exercise to get used to the height and the action of stilts, and develop my balance. The driveway beckoned, but the psychological distance from “falling on the grass” to “falling on the cement” was too far to bridge. I ordered a skater’s helmet, though, and wearing it yesterday did the trick: I was able to traverse the driveway, walk down an incline and peg up and down the sidewalk while the kids rode their bikes.

I figure a few more weekends of practice and I’ll try a walk around the block. Once I can do that, and safely navigate bi-level moments (like the curb), it’s time to buy a top hat and tails and contact a seamstress or tailor and make a pair of 32/64 pants. Fourth of July Parade, here we come!

It is at least more unusual nowadays to find a man who can hold his tongue than to find one who cannot.

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