Park life

On my recent  trip to London, I mentioned that my family, (especially my little sister), all helped me have a tonne of fun in the park and I have to say I think it was the highlight of my trip. I’ve been looking forward to writing this post for a long time, but because I’ve had so many appointments and other things going on to tell you all about, it’s had to wait a while.

Parks were a big part of my childhood for a long time. My mum abd dad would put up my walking frame and then we’d all walk to one of our local parks as a family. They’d help me play on things and make sure I didn’t hurt myself, (little did I know that I was also doing some form of physio in the process), and then we’d all walk home again. I’d often find this tiring, but it was so much fun that I didn’t care.

Fastforward quite a few years and playing in the park is something I don’t really do anymore, although I’m quite small and light so I can still do it if I want to, but I often worry about all the ways I can get hurt instead.

However, as soon as we got to this park in London my little sister wasted no time in pushing me really fast in my wheelchair up and down all the humps that I think are meant for people with bikes, scooters and other such things. Although I pretended I wasn’t too happy about this, I secretly had fun and some of the other people in the park were smiling and laughing along with us, which made it even nicer.

Then she asked me if I wanted to go on the swing with her. Of course, I said yes. The swing in question was a flying-saucer shaped one that you could sit in, so my mum’s new husband-to-be lifted me into it, and then my sister climbed in with me so she could make sure I didn’t fall out.

 

My sister and I on the swing
My sister and I on the swing

After that I climbed back into my wheelchair and she jokingly asked me if I wanted a go on the zipwire. I don’t think I’d be able to hold myself on a zipwire as it went flying through the air, but she said that if someone helped me get onto it she’d hold on to me while I sat on it while it wasn’t moving. I was having lots of fun and, not wanting to spoil it, I agreed.

On the zipwire
On the zipwire

I’d like to think that all of us were having fun by this point. Back into the wheelchair I went and my mum  started to push. She pointed to some bits of wood that were set out at different heights for people to walk on and she said she’d help me. I’ve written a post that introduced you all to my dad before, but now I’d also like to introduce you all to my mum too.

My mum and I
My mum and I

By this point I was feeling really adventurous so when mum’s husband-to-be pointed to some ropes that people could use to pull themselves up a grass hill with and asked me if I fancied a go there was no doubt that I did. He stood behind me every step of the way waiting to catch me if I fell. Mum stayed at the bottom with the camera, and my sister waited for me at the top and cheered me on. Sorry that my eyes are closed in the picture, but I think you get the point.

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Just getting started

It was hard. Really, really hard. My arms and legs ached all the way but I never once doubted that I’d make it to the top, no matter how long it took. Unfortunately, I didn’t time it, so I don’t know how long it did take me, but I did make it to the top. I made it! I was pretty proud of myself for it too.

Victory!
Victory!

And to think, my parents were told I might be able to manage to walk around a supermarket at the best…

The sisters are doing it for themselves

Well, my little sister Sophie came to my aid again yesterday. I needed to wonder into town to collect one of my book reservations from the library (Joyland by Stephen King, if you’re wondering) and I’d already agreed to spend some time with Sophie while my mum ran some errands, so I suggested that we turn it into a girly shopping day. I knew she wanted to pick up some accessories for a new party dress she’s just got, plus it would give me the chance to spoil her a bit for all the stuff she does for me.

I was mostly expecting her  to say that she’d much rather have movie day because she loves the chance to choose a DVD from my collection rather than the family one, (just lately we’ve tried to watch the Addams Family Values about four times but we always keep getting interrupted), but she agreed straight away. She said she was in the mood to find something pretty for her new outfit. She even declined the offer to go and see Monsters University at the cinema afterwards, telling me that she wasn’t in a film mood. However, I wouldn’t have blamed her for backing out when I mentioned that we’d have to get the bus together.

Whenever we go out, it’s usually my folks who take care of the folding and unfolding of my walking frame Martha so today would be a first for her. She’s seen some of the challenges I’ve faced on public transport with mum around so I did wonder if she’d change her mind, but she didn’t. I showed her how to collapse Martha and put her back up again and she seemed to manage just fine. I gave her the option of staying home again, but she said she still wanted to go, so she helped me with my shoes and off we went.

I could tell that she was nervous, because she was really quiet as we waited at the stop. To tell you the truth I was equally nervous being the one responsible for the safe keeping of her mobile phone and spending money (courtesy of the Bank of Dad). Luckily when the it arrived there were no other prams/wheelchairs/walking frames so we were okay. She helped me guide Martha on safely, took her own seat and gave me a massive grin,

“Feel better now?” I asked. She nodded.

At the other end a nice gentleman helped me get off again and she took care of Martha. That was the hard part over with. I was so proud of her. If she was worried, it didn’t stop her from taking on the bus challenge with me. I tried my best to make sure she had some fun and even took her for milkshake, a very well deserved milkshake.  Oh, and some hairspray. And some hair clips.