TIGGER

My Tigger, my John: I don't know son, if you remember when we had moved to Florida. You were about six years old and very "active". We spent alot of time at the Broward Mall in Plantation, Florida. We were new to the area and did not have alot of friends or functions to attend. So rather than being lonely or bored, we would walk around the mall and window shop. I use the term "walk" lightly when I refer to our son. At that time, the mall design had seats and tables made out of stone or marble. This apparently made great stepping stones for our son John. But instead of stepping from level to level on these seats, he would "jump" like Tigger from Winnie the Pooh. Maybe more like a "bounce" around the mall. I know you are probably thinking "how rude" or "how obnoxious", but I assure you no one else was there. That may have seemed alittle undisciplined, but it launched him into a record breaking High-Jump athlete in Middle and Senior High School. They say never stop a baby from crying (unless he is hurt) because it exercises his lungs (in case he wants to be a vocalist) well, I guess he was in training for his High-Jump days. I wonder John if you wish you could reach those heights today? There are greater heights than that to be reached my son and with God, all things are possible. Love mom