I’ve got wheels

I’ve been given a set of wheels recently. And boy, am I grateful. Well, for one thing, I don’t need to drag myself around the house. The next thing is, I really hate spending time on my chest or back. It is undignified and puts a crick on my neck when I had to crane around to see my surroundings. Let me introduce you to my set of wheels. I call her Speedy. It’s a second-hand, so the COE is cheap … hehehehhe. I got it from my cousin Fayyadh. He’s the one going around imitating Tarzan. It has a good mileage on it. It has a few questionable stains on the seat though. The wheels worked fine … well they are turning…hihihihi. Since it is an old model, it doesn’t come with front airbag, so my mama had to put a pillow on my chest. Well, in my excitement I tend to jerk forward into the “dashboard”. Thus explains the pillow. The only other problem is that, I do not know where the gear stick is. Because the only direction that I was going was reverse. Maybe this is a manual walker? Note to self, must ask Fayyadh on how to go forward. Having my own set of wheels gave me the freedom to move around and to explore, albeit backwards only. Never mind ehhh.