I wore some socks. The left one filled with flat stones and the right one filled with dry corn kernels. I stepped across the floor with them, with Zsuzsi's help. This reminds my senses that I have two feet and they both need to work together.
I held onto the ladder and stepped all the way to the mirror, utilizing my strength and balance. The floor boards are slightly angled to help balance me out. My in-turning ankles feel even with the floor.
My grandpa and my dad built a table for me. It's eight feet long and high enough to roll my gait trainer under it. I can stand and play without interference. Our dining room table has been moved out to make room for me.
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