There were, as I remember, three long steps leading from the porch to
the ground. When my legs were short, the game was to climb those three long
stairs in three long steps. When my legs were fully grown I didn’t care about
climbing them in three steps. I no longer cared about those stairs. If anything,
I didn’t like them because you had to take half ass strides. They were actually
too long to skip one and too short to take a couple steps on the same one. In addition
to that, height wise, they were so short that taking one step downward or upward
didn’t really feel like you went anywhere down or up. Anyway, it just seemed as
if they had not been made for people to use. Not only were they unpractical but
they were ugly. I mean they weren’t ugly as in not beautifully designed. They had rather not been designed for beauty. They were made of concrete.
Their color was dark grey with patches of dark green in the cracks where moss had been growing. They chipped as well. It wasn’t too bad but enough so that one day my dad
decided it was time for him to redo the stairs. I think the new ones were better.
I don’t know, actually, I can’t remember them.
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