I taught for three years in a huge flat roofed secondary school in Hampshire. This was in the days when I could walk. I have Cerebral Palsy, so my walk was very far short of "gainly" or confident. Let's face it, it was odd.
One afternoon, this happened:
Samuel O’Flynn was a pain in the butt,When he came into class he would swagger and strut.
He had laughing eyes and a right wicked grin,
He was small for his age, was Samuel O’Flynn.
Now, I am disabled, yet I could still walk,
When he walked into class, I was staggered to see
That Samuel was trying to walk just like me.
I said, “Samuel, come here, look, you've got it all wrong,
The limp is too weak and it’s got to be strong.”The classroom fell silent, I dropped to the floor.
“Now you push that knee in, and you twist that foot more.”
A bit of a pause, and then Samuel said, ”ow!”“That’s more like it,” I said, “go on, walk for me now”,
He took a few steps, his legs twisted, and then
He suddenly stopped, ….. never did it again.