The Very Confused Flamingo A story about skipping, autism, and discovering that sometimes the journey matters more than the destination. A surprisingly accurate artistic recreation of today's events. Today, at thirty six years old, I decided to try skipping. I had not attempted it since I was a child. Before I started, I did what any reasonable adult would do. I watched a tutorial video. The instructor made it look easy. Step. Hop. Step. Hop. Alternate legs. Smile. Apparently, this is called skipping. Confident in my newly acquired knowledge, I headed into the hallway and prepared to demonstrate my athletic prowess. The results were... disappointing. My brain understood the assignment perfectly. My body, however, had other plans. Every time I told my legs to hop, they simply refused. It was not a balance issue. It was not a lack of understanding. My legs just collectively decided that leaving the ground was an unr...