These are just a few of the innocent questions kids have thrown my way. It’s funny. Kids sometimes think that my wheelchair is magically grafted to my ass. And even more amusing, they think that if I leave my wheelchair, I’ll poof (!)…spontaneously combust (or worse).
I can survive without my wheelchair thank you very much. Yes, it would suck, but my body doesn’t require a “chair with wheels” to continue cellular regeneration.