My disability has been one long ride. I’ve had it since birth and it still affects me today. I started in a wheelchair, I still remember being five years old, my little siblings fighting over which one of them was going to push me in the chair. I still remember feeling like the biggest kid at circle time in kindergarten because the chair would take up so much space instead of just sitting on the floor with everyone else. Then came the walker. It felt much more liberating than the wheelchair. I remember walking down the hallways in elementary school feeling like I could drive a car because the walker was on wheels. My legs finally being able to move like they never could before, my legs having left the restriction and limitation of the wheelchair. Then came the crutches. Something completely new and different. I was little eight year-old me, tired of all these gadgets to help me get around in the world. Tired of being different, wanting to walk and run like everyone else. But believe it or not, the crutches have their good parts too. It feels like I have four legs instead of two. People sometimes tell me that they picture me in an action movie wacking someone with them. Being able to show off my favorite colors red and blue through two pairs of crutches I have. Here I am today, walking long distances with the crutches, but feeling free walking without them at home or at other relatives’ houses. Making the decision to not feel bad about my disability anymore. So what if I sometimes trip and fall over things at home? So what if my leg muscles get tired and I need to rest if I walk or stand too long? So what if you never see me as your typical individual walking down the street with nothing one day? So what if I may never be able to climb a mountain or run a marathon? It is what it is, I am who I am.