Over Spring Break, I went to an autistic school with my six-year-old neighbor, Sam. It was really neat to learn how to work with them and how they think. You would think that perhaps autistic kids would be, if not easier to play with, then at least a little less energetic than other six-year-olds. If you should think such a thing, you would be woefully wrong, as I discovered after about ten minutes of being played with, poked, laughed with, and tagged by.
THE KIDS HAVE AN ENDLESS SUPPLY OF ENERGY, I TELL YOU!!! It would actually be a bit disconcerting had I not known Sam. They never got tired, never slowed down, and never expected me to either. Hence, when I collapsed during Music Time, I was pulled up again and danced with some more. Finally, during Quiet Time, everybody slowed down a bit and I could once again breathe.
Anywho, Sam's mom says that ever since, he's been saying "A-e! Where A-e?" every day, which gives me much sparkle happiness.
I love kids with disabilities.
THE KIDS HAVE AN ENDLESS SUPPLY OF ENERGY, I TELL YOU!!! It would actually be a bit disconcerting had I not known Sam. They never got tired, never slowed down, and never expected me to either. Hence, when I collapsed during Music Time, I was pulled up again and danced with some more. Finally, during Quiet Time, everybody slowed down a bit and I could once again breathe.
Anywho, Sam's mom says that ever since, he's been saying "A-e! Where A-e?" every day, which gives me much sparkle happiness.
I love kids with disabilities.
that's so awesome, Abbey! I'm excited for you!
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