This site has four stories, but the one that fascinated me was the stilt dancers. One summer when I was a child the rage in the neighborhood was stilts. We made our own and were only about two feet off the ground, but a fall was a fall and I have never been Miss Grace. So, there were scrapes and bruises, even just walking on the lawn. But the whole process was so enabling and made me so proud of myself...so confident that I could do such a thing. I haven't thought of it in years, but doing so has me smiling and feeling good!
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