I Am A Biped

I haven't been able to walk properly for nearly three years. Today, for the first time I went out without walking sticks and managed to walk properly (I'm having to learn how all over again) without rolling like a drunken sailor or limping or propping myself upon sticks.

It's quite impossible to describe the feeling I had today - part was delight, part sheer exhilaration at being a biped, part pride that I had managed to learn and do as much as I had done and part disbelief at how strange it felt to walk upright again. I am brimming over with happiness.