An accomplished, well travelled writer and reviewer, Michele resides in Brisbane. Witty and highly articulate, her rivetting reviews show life through the eyes of a highly Gifted Adult viewing a world where she has an IQ in the top 1% of that world.
Published April 23rd 2012
"I'll just keep walking knowing it'll come with time walking along the fence line."
Walking walls or fences. It just doesn't get done anymore and I don't know why. I gave it up in my twenties and all that ability went to waste but stood me in good stead as a dancer as most of the time I was on one foot.
A good place to start is a heritage building with thick sand stone walls. Put your little girls in pretty dress and your little lads in shorts. Shoes for all. One of the best photos you could ever take is your beloved little ones in their Sunday best, perched on a sandstone wall, all with legs crossed at the ankles.
Stand them on the wall. See how they go. Watch them stretch out their arms and find their balance. Hold the odd hand. Listen to them laugh as they walk. I was doing this before I was two. I not only learned balance, I acquired posture and could balance a plate on my head.
If they find it fun, look out for ideal brick walls. They are developing balance and co ordination which can set you up for a future in martial arts, gymnastics or dance and they are aquiring balance skills for old age. Too many old people have falls because they never walked walls or fences.
Maybe walking fences is a lost skill. It takes incredible balance and concentration which I developed over years as the fences I tackled got thinner. The last time I walked something was the long tree branch at New Farm park several years ago. Kids were seated on it like horses and sliding themselves along. I stepped onto it barefoot and I walked it. Children gaped at me as though I was an astronaut. That's sad.
Precious childhood slips by as you're hanging out the towels.
Don't let your little one grow up without having walked a wall.