Wooden Spoons

A colleague of Dad's told him that a good way to get me walking was to make me hold one end of a wooden spoon while he held the other and then let go, so I wouldn't realise I was walking on my own. I don't know about that, but I do know that it was good fun pulling Dad and Mum around the living room behind me holding on to two wooden spoons. When I got bored with that, I used them to play percussion on the wooden floor.