Marching in military service had been fun to me until it turned out troublesome enough so not to be willing to do that as I forgot my ordinary walking style !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Spending long hours marching on campus early in the morning with other soldiers is something over great but there r two main points with that in total :
1.Coordination of feet with other soldiers
2.Stamping the boots hard by heel to make loud sound
I never used to listen to the trainer and kept doing my own job. The only thing for me was having fun while marching and enjoying the sound of boots. This went on for months until the time I found myself not being able to walk like before!
My footsteps had got loud and heavy and without relizing this, I'd got used to stamping my heels forcefully... Going a short way, I just could feel the pain in my ankles, knees and waist.... I thought, I had just got sensitive about that but it got worse and the situation came to ahead. Since the situations I was always in, I had to walk fast and didn't have enough time for caring but I really needed help coz I'd totally got confused. It was foolish enough to ask sb for training me how to walk !!!!! Like a baby -.- And esp I never could let myself ask someone for helping me, let alone in this situation.
Once when my friend and I were patrolling and walking around, suddenly I stepped into a hole by the heel. Just for a moment a great pain went through my knees straight up to the backbone and I couldn't feel my body for few seconds. My friend laughed at me a lot but when I dared to tell him about my condition, he helped me with that by his tips and I could make it better! Since that time, I really love him more and I owe to him.
Doing sth wrongly and keeping on that results in a bad habitation which will be really difficult to be kicked. Like the situation I had, it became a nice experience for me, I really care about it esp in English coz if I learn a grammar or word wrongly, it's too hard to me to correct that...
However I donno why I feel not being so serious in caring this !!!!!!
Among Iranian stories, once there was a crow that gets intrested in a partridge and starts imitating its footsteps until the time he forgets his own walking and flying ! Whenever I remember that situaiton it makes me feel being like that stupid crow !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! -.-
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