Two years. That's all it takes. Two years and bad legs. It's as though my legs weren't the only things that had to learn a new way to walk, my whole life changed. Suddenly, people didn't look at me the same, almost giving me sympathy. Poor kid, stuck in a wheelchair. I hated it.
I still hate it.
(This is a story I've been thinking about doing recently, so this is all I have. It's like a half trailer, really.)