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  Hello, I am a little boy who only sees right with his heart...
Which doesn't make my parent's daily life any easier. So I'm blind and different (mentally speaking).




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monday 6 june 2005

101. Say Daddy, what's autumn ?

Forêt en automneWhen autumn comes, leaves fall.
Stating the obvious I hear you say ? Well you're forgetting I'm blind.

I told you already about the long walks in the forest with daddy where he would place my hands on trees so I could understand what a "tree" is. Except here, even by touching the leaves, it's still difficult for me to understand that a tree is full of these weird soft things moving at the tips of branches (I don't like leaves very much). Yup !

So autmumnal walks in the forest or the countryside are the perfect occasion to explain a few things to me:

Daddy : "In autumn, the sun rises later and sets earlier. And since it's the sun that warms us up, it gets colder and colder. So the leaves on trees get cold too and they fall." (it would be a little too complicated to tell me about light - I don't know what that is -, photosynthesis, etc...).
And so daddy grabs the chance to relate all this to other facts I already know :
- that you can't sit in the grass anymore because it stays wet (see post "my manual")
- that besides hours, days, and months (which are already hard for me to conceptualize), there are seasons.

But daddy is being a bit ambitious with me, and as a result I summarize all this rather crudely : "Leaves fall because it's winter and the sun is cold".
And since I'm not entirely sure I understood and I like to hear daddy explain about things, I ask him : "Now it's daddy's turn to talk about the leaves..."
By Luc Boland :: lundi 6 juin 2005 at 19:24 :: Past time :: #121 :: rss

Your comments

G'day my little mate,

Exploring is such fun, has Daddy encouraged you to walk through the leaves that have hit the ground in Autumn. Autumn is one of my favorite seasons, as a kid I used to love running through the leaves, hearing them crunch under my feet, and then bend down and throw a heap of leaves up in the air, and then just stand there waiting to be covered in them.

Your daddy is such a cool dude, he is opening up all experiences to you my little man.

I wish that I was there, I would take you by the hand (should you accept that) and we could go running, and tumble about in the leaves, that would be so cool and so much fun.

jeudi 9 juin 2005 at 12:04, comment from vegemiterules :: email :: site :: #

Lou ask to be taken with the hand, and like running. It's one of his favotite game.

vendredi 10 juin 2005 at 05:57, comment from Luc :: #

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