I remember the first time a child approached me with a curious look in the eye. They were staring at my wheelchair as though it were a transformer.
Are you a robot? he bluntly asked.
No, I’m a cyborg dumbo, I replied. Half man, half machine.
He nodded like a wise old man. I knew it, he muttered. And then ran off leaving me in the dust. Kids are great, they speak their minds without a filter.
The honesty is pretty refreshing.