That last one: I'd somehow forgotten that the autistic kid who climbs everywhere is a Thing. I mean, it was even in What's Eating Gilbert Grape.
I climbed up the sides of trams (on the inside) in Indonesia when I was two. In primary school I did all sorts of things on the monkeybars that I wasn't supposed to do. And my favourite cubbyhouse was the cupboard above my bedroom closet. It was a normal-height build-in closet with shelves on the inside wall and a cupboard above it up against the (high) ceiling, and I would open the closet door, climb up the shelves, open the cupboard, climb in, close the closet, then close the cupboard doors, and then no one would know I was in there. I had a sheepskin mat and some drawings on the walls and a torch, and I took my horse books and school stories up there.
And then I hit puberty, and my strength to weight ratio went away. :( I was too tall for the cubby anyway, but I tried to climb trees and read up there, and it just wasn't fun any more.
I'm starting to wonder, based on that post, if I'm echopraxic for singing. My coordination isn't bad, but my motor planning is crap, and I'm a horrible kinaesthetic learner. But (for vocal technique) I learn best by imitating the sound of someone doing it right, and it's really easy for me to start doing it wrong by listening to someone else. This is one of the reasons I hate large choirs, and shouting crowds. I can get hoarse in those environments even if I'm completely silent. My first singing teacher at uni hooked into that: she told me to listen to recordings of people who had good technique plus voices like mine.
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Date: 2015-09-24 11:40 am (UTC)I climbed up the sides of trams (on the inside) in Indonesia when I was two. In primary school I did all sorts of things on the monkeybars that I wasn't supposed to do. And my favourite cubbyhouse was the cupboard above my bedroom closet. It was a normal-height build-in closet with shelves on the inside wall and a cupboard above it up against the (high) ceiling, and I would open the closet door, climb up the shelves, open the cupboard, climb in, close the closet, then close the cupboard doors, and then no one would know I was in there. I had a sheepskin mat and some drawings on the walls and a torch, and I took my horse books and school stories up there.
And then I hit puberty, and my strength to weight ratio went away. :( I was too tall for the cubby anyway, but I tried to climb trees and read up there, and it just wasn't fun any more.
I'm starting to wonder, based on that post, if I'm echopraxic for singing. My coordination isn't bad, but my motor planning is crap, and I'm a horrible kinaesthetic learner. But (for vocal technique) I learn best by imitating the sound of someone doing it right, and it's really easy for me to start doing it wrong by listening to someone else. This is one of the reasons I hate large choirs, and shouting crowds. I can get hoarse in those environments even if I'm completely silent. My first singing teacher at uni hooked into that: she told me to listen to recordings of people who had good technique plus voices like mine.