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Show 283 First thing, I would buy a chocolate frozen yogurt, with fudge brownies swirled in. I could reach it when the clerk handed it over the (tall) counter to me. Her eyes would meet mine as I handed her the money. I would stroll, window shopping, while eating it. The yogurt would not drip onto my lap. Then I would make my way over to the sporting-goods store and buy a pair of soft leather hiking boots, some thick socks and a forest-green day pack. Socks and boots on my feet, my day pack filled with good food and hiking essentials, I would then get back into the car, kidnap my husband from his work and my children from their schools and head for the canyons. We would hike deep into the wilderness. The trail would be narrow, steep and rocky. We would jump over mossy trees fallen on the trail and ford small streams, the water chilling our feet. I would help my youngest climb the last few feet until we finally broke out into the clearing at the top ofthe mountain. The view would be spectacular. We would be the only ones there to see it. I would gather my family around a living wildflower bouquet for a picnic. At home the evening, my Non-Disability Awareness Day nearing its conclusion, I would reflect on what it would be like not to have a disability. Taking off my boots, I realize that I might get blisters from time to time. I would have to be more careful about sunburn at higher elevations. Jogging to the pond was not as easy as I thought it might be. And I certainly could have done without that traffic citation for "erratic driving." So I did learn a few important things. |
