The adventures of Melissa

INTRODUCTION

Hello everyone. My name is Melissa. This is the story of my life.

I am a buggy, gopher, mobility scooter whatever you want to call me. I am one of those things that help people with disabilities and old people get around. I arrived at my owner’s house when she was 12 years old. Her name was Susan and she was a lovely little girl. I stayed with Susan until she died 7 years later. I am a child sized buggy and there are not many of us around. Susan was entranced when I arrived at her house. She used to listen to my motor purring at her and on the first day we met, she named me Melissa.

 Aren’t I beautiful.

 Here you see me with Susan's White Rabbit

 Before she had me, Susan had to be pushed around in a big stroller, which looked kinda funny. Here was this 12 year old girl, who was being pushed around in a stroller.

 I lived with Susan and her mother for 7 years and met an untimely end which I will tell you about later.

 Susan and I had many adventures over our years together and I will tell you about some of them. They are not in any order, just as I remember them.

 Shortly after I arrived at the household, Susan and I had an accident. My motor turns on when you hold down the “power trigger” and stops when you let it go. I do, however, take a few seconds to actually stop. Little Susan didn’t understand that when she first got me and cause she was a kid, she came as close to the glass windows as she could before she stopped. Problem was, I don’t stop immediately. So I ran into the glass window. Poor Susan’s mom, she wasn’t happy that I had gone into the glass window and broken it, but she was so pleased for Susan to be mobile again.

 Anyway, this is my story. I will tell you about my airplane trip, about going back and forth to school and other little stories about my life. Eventually, I will tell you about my demise after Susan died.

 Because I don’t have any fingers and can’t type, I’m letting Susan’s mom, Madeleine, write these stories. But do remember, I, Melissa, am the one telling the stories. She is just writing them down for me.

 Melissa (typed by Madeleine)

Saturday, 28 January 2006