One of the hardest parts about being a little kid is that you’re small. It’s easy to forget that when you’re an adult and don’t look up at counters. But there’s a big benefit to being so small: you can be carried around—and not out of an act of heroism. When you’re really little you have to be carried in your parents arms. Then, as the months and years pass, you graduate to the highest throne: the shoulders. Sitting on an adults shoulders is incredible. Suddenly, you’re the tallest person around, unless there’s a really tall person around. And even then, you’re probably giving them a run for their money. It’s a wonderful feeling, one that anyone who has ever done it and loved it knows (admittedly some kids might not like being up so high and they shouldn’t be carried like that). The best part is that it’s good for the adults, too. It’s an ergonomic way to carry a kid. However, it also requires trust, communication, and concentration. It’d be very unfortunate to drop a kid from such a height. Thankfully, avoiding that fate is very doable, as the many of us can attest.
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