Step By Step
This reminds me of a story.
When I first bought this house, almost seven years ago, I hired a painter named David to do some work for me. Sometimes he brought his girlfriend Angie along to help, and it wasn't long before Angie and I struck up a nice little friendship. One day she came to pay me a social visit, without David, and she brought her three young children with her.
Having always lived in a trailer, these kids had never been inside a two-story house before in their lives, and they were intrigued by the stairs. Especially the oldest girl, Magnolia, who was six at the time. Long after the other two had tired of playing with the steps and moved on, Magnolia was still going up and down, up and down, with a look of fierce concentration on her face.
After about ten minutes of this, she came over to me and said, "Miss Lymphopo? Did you know that you have the exact same number of steps going up as you do going down? I checked a whole bunch of times, and every single time it was exactly the same. How did you make it do that?"
I've lost touch with Angie, but good lord, Magnolia must be thirteen by now. Wherever she is, she might be happy to know there are still 18 steps going up, and 18 steps going down. I think of her every time I count and recount and it comes out the same.