A six-year-old girl lives with a little understood disability that's left her dependent on crutches to get around.
My name is Tawnee Redfeather, and I am six years old.
I live with my family in Dalton, Georgia. I have my mommy and daddy, and my brothers Ric (Ricardo) and Charlie. They're old: they're both in high school.
I have no sisters.
I also have a kittycat, a Maine Coon named "Chuckles". I named him that coz he makes me laugh. He's so silly at times!
I am handicapped. I was born this way. My legs don't work right, and I have to use crutches to help me walk better. Still, I am fast, even with being on crutches. I can run faster than a lot of kids in my class, and sometimes when they make me mad, I hit them with my crutches.
My mommy and teacher don't like it when I do this, but I have to protect myself somehow!
I have something called arthrygroposis. Basically that means my muscles don't want to move (or work) right; it has made me paralyzed, and it's hard for me to get around. Yet I don't have any problems, not since getting my crutches! :)
When I'm not in school (I'm in the first grade), I like to sing, dance (yes, I can dance, so don't even think of laughing at me; the truth is I CAN!), watch tv (my favorite shows are "Hannah Montana" and "America's Got Talent", and my favorite star is Lazylegz, this guy who can break dance--and get this--he has the same thing I do!! He can dance, even on crutches!! He's tooo cool!!), play with my dolls, draw, write stories, and play games on the computer. I also like to go on the Internet, but when I do I have to have my parents with me as I do so.
I am a pretty little girl: I have black hair and eyes, and I am kinda' short for my age. I am Native American; you have probably figured that out already by my name.
Well, I gotta' get off of here; lunch is about to start. Today it's spaghetti with meatballs, my favorite, YUM!! Take care, will write in here again!
~Love, your new friend, Tawnee Rone'e Redfeather, aged six.
Great little character, I feel her vibes. Nit-pics: It sounds vain when she says she's pretty, but if she says somebody says she's pretty (mommy, daddy, whoever) it'll sound adorable. Same paragraph, instead of "Native American," maybe say her tribe, and let that stand on its own--don't even need the rest of the sentence. Good luck, my whirrly friend--Charlie
From "Chuckles" to crutches coping with humor a disability and thanking the Great Spirit Manitu for the small gifts.
Brave girl Tawnee of sunrise!
Georg
