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Whenever a prominent enough vertical object (like a lamppost) went past, I used to hold my breath or close my eyes. I remember at one point the game got a bit out of hand (in my head) and I used to think that the car would crash if I got a low score.
Yeah, that's kind of what mine was like, only it was an internalized sense of jumping with some little foot/leg squeezy movements. I kept a vague kind of score, too, so that if I accumulated enough successul jumps, we would be okay when I wasn't able to pay attention. This continued into my 20s, and sometimes even now.
This seemingly near-universal Barbe-phenomenon reminds me of a passage in John Crowely's Little Big, which describes the family dog pacing back and forth in the back of the moving station wagon because (to paraphrase very loosely, since the book's at home) "he couldn't reconcile the perception of moving that fast with not using his legs." I wonder if the whole "obstacle-jumping" thing most of us seem to have done in some form or other is like that at all?
I also walk on my toes (when barefoot). |
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