A child, who’d found his own special way, to connect with the outside world, translated…
Strong usually can’t stay indoors long after his nap in the afternoon every day, as he’d finished playing with all of his toys and cards once, he couldn’t wait, to push the door open, to play outside. Thankfully, our small bookstore was located in the residential buildings in the alleys, at first, when I’d not realized that he could already, turn the locks to open the doors, there was the incident of me, locking the shop up to go to the restrooms, and the whale watching company next door found him in the alleys, and, fished him out, to prevent him from skipping home. Being frightened as I had been, ever since, I’d needed to take him to go to the toilets when I go.
Before two, every time he had the opportunities to go out, anywhere is fine for him, and now, he’d become, too autonomous, and, we’d had to, trek his mapped-out passage once, before he’s willing, to come with us elsewhere.
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It’s a good place, to walk the kids around our bookshop. There was a huge parking lot right outside the alley. Strong would walk around each and every car, and examined the different tiles on each and every one of them, walked on that slope that took him toward the sidewalks, then, turned quickly, run down the slopes, enjoying the speed; after he’d had enough, he’d, walked back toward home to our neighbors, observed their fans closely, then, to the close by curry shop’s restrooms of his “surveillance run”, after he’d looked enough, then, he’d, returned, back to the yard, picked up the small pebbles, the twigs, observed them carefully, sometimes, he’d, hugged the trunks of the trees, and felt the tracks of the years on the barks.
And, he’d, gotten up without any previous warning, continued down the sidewalks, to the elderly woman who’d sold the foods to get his hug, and, had me swing on the swing set in front of the elderly woman’s home, then, walked down the slope toward an underground parking garage, climbing up and down the slopes, enjoying the rush of the speed, then, headed to the post office, and, wanted to push the buttons on the ATM when I’m not looking. To this point, he would finally be, willing to, allow me, to carry him to the track field close by, for him to play in the sandlots. Seeing how satisfied he was, lying flat on the sandlot, like a sea turtle, flapping his limbs, or quickly, stepping on the piles of fallen leaves, making that bright laughter of his, with light coming from his eyes, it’d reminded me of the recently published, “The Poem Inside a Park”.
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I’d always believed, that every child has a sort of a spiritualism, they can hold conversations with sand, rocks, trees, the fallen leaves, insects, animals, even the wind, and the water too, to know the beauties in the details that we adults often, missed. In the world of a child, every place s/he passes by, is a universe, everything s/he comes into contact with, has a life, worthy, of holding a conversation with.
Strong used his stares time and time again, continually, observed and examined, used his eyes, composed the simplistic, but musical, rhythmic poems, although we couldn’t understand it now, but I know, that the wind, the sand, the trees, they can, all understand him.
And this, would be how this special needs child interacts with the world around him, how he’d, made sense of everything in his immediate environment, and, even though, his adult counterparts couldn’t understand how he was, experiencing this world in his own special way, but, they’re, tolerant of him, which will, help him grow up safe and sound.
Life, the Obstacle Course 