Stilts

There lived across the street a Preacher and his family.  It was a large family and not particularly well to do, but they were a happy, active family.  I had a crush on one of the older boys, he was eight I think.  He was very kind.
Once when I was visiting the young boy decided to teach me how to walk on stilts.  The preachers back porch was about three feet off the ground, so he had me take the stilts to the edge of the porch and put them over.  I then stepped out onto the small shoe platforms and staggered out into the yard.  By practicing all day I eventually became quite adept not only at walking on the stilts but at stopping and standing still without falling off and hurting myself.  I was about six years old when I learned how to walk on stilts.