Now, in most homes that would not have been a problem. Great plan except for fate fate determined that I got chicken pox just before my birthday. His plan was that by building things with me he would get me interested in fine motor activates and that in turn would lead to improvement. It was a Gilbert Erector Set-the fancy one complete with electric motor. What made it special was the cost, far more than he usually spent. To address that deficit, Dad bought me a special present for my seventh birthday. The only question was which was worse, my fine motor skills or my larger muscle coordination. To put it quite simply, I was pretty much uncoordinated.
The American DivideEarly in my life, my father decided-correctly-that while I was quite intelligent I had some serious perceptual motor limitations.
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