I find this question highly relevant because the brain dead garbage in the so-called mental health industry think that absolute physical clumsiness is an essential aspie trait, along with memorizing bus schedules, being uanble to understand the meaning of things we learn pursuing obsessions, being unable to get jokes, and using a microgram scale to put sugar in our coffee.
I've always loved climbing. I started with trees when I was a kid and took up rock climbing in my late teens. I also took up sky diving. When there's nothing to climb, I look for an excuse. I once outraged the zoo supervisors by rigging a tyrolean traverse to fix a jammed door in the giraffe cage; it didn't work too well, since it was made out of coat hangers. I was always happy when a cat got stuck in a tree and somebody had to go up afterward.
In later years I worked as a scaffold builder and an ironworker. My body is too old for most of these things now, but my mind still loves the sensation of air beneath me, and I feel a close kinship with my primate heritage. Things went all to hell when we took to life on the ground.
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They murdered boys in Mississippi. They shot Medgar in the back.
Did you say that wasn't proper? Did you march out on the track?
You were quiet, just like mice. And now you say that we're not nice.
Well thank you buddy for your advice...
-Malvina