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).
This blog was born in french during autumn 2003 and is now progressively being translated in your language.
New articles will therefore appear on a regular basis.
DISCLAIMER
... my apologies to the people who hadn't understood this yet, all articles on this website are created and written by myself (his dad).
Lou is currently unable to do it,, just like he is to this day unable to grasp the concept of a "computer", "internet", or to focus for a long period of time on a conversation. Only time will tell us if we manage to integrate him completely in the world in which he lives.
Therefore all stories, despite relating actual facts, are obviously biased by my interpretation of his behavior. But having known him for over five years, I don't think I'm getting it wrong.
Thank you to the "Roi Baudoin" foundation ( "Parcours hors pistes" ). The new design, hosting and translations were partially made possible by their financial support.
Many thanks to Marco Pappalardo et Laetitia Bouet for the translation.
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wednesday 5 january 2005
31. My impersonator talents
I love more than anything to invent, create or reproduce sounds. Some day daddy should
even mention it to his sound technician friends from movies (I'm kidding, because to do that I would need to be able to work while looking at the pictures!). In fact, I can imitate perfectly (among other things) the sound of the lawnmower and the edge trimmer. Notice the accuracy : they are two very distinct sounds ! As soon as I hear a lawnmower in the neighbourhood (even two hundred meters away), I wanna go out in the yard to listen to it... Hence the crisis when the grass is wet (see Article of 24/9 MyOwnWorld "my user's manual"). The most beautiful anecdote in that area dates back to ... sunday. Our neighbours have been refurbishing their basement for a week : cleaning, painting, drilling holes, etc...
So on sunday, the neighbour sees me on my way back from the market with daddy and he comes to say hello : " Hello, Mister Lou" I recognize him immediately by his dutch accent... and I don't reply. Daddy : "Lou, are you saying hi to Geert ?" My answer : " Vrrrruuiiiiii" ( onomatopoeia ) Geert (nicely) : "What lovely noises you make". Daddy - TILT in his head - : "Lou, what is the noise you're making ?" Me (Lou) : "I'm imitating the works". And indeed, I had just perfectly imitated the noise of the power drill drilling into a rock and which can be heard from a distance (I'm convinced, dear reader, that this particular sound comes immediately to your mind). Daddy had guessed well and Geert, he couldn't believe his eyes !
