Me and my dad, a long, long, time ago. This was the last year that I stood upright and walked. My left arm still wouldn't straighten out from a compound fracture, but at least my back bone was still intact. FORTUNATLEY, I enjoyed each day and didn't waste my walking days feeling bad about dumb things. It was a good life then, and being in a wheelchair hasn't been so bad since then. But I'd still love to stand beside my dad again and smile for the camera!