Fighting the Ultimate Battle

Once upon a time, my brother and I played at fighting great battles. We chose our weapons carefully; his sword was wooden, mine plastic. Our arena was the driveway. His chariot was an electric wheelchair, mine was a scooter. We clashed and spun, and both died several times over. We were equal warrio...

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Published inThe Exceptional parent Vol. 30; no. 2; p. 92
Main Author Bea-Taylor, Jonah Gillian
Format Magazine Article
LanguageEnglish
Published Boston TCA EP World LLC 01.02.2000
Subjects
Disabled children
Essays
Family
Handicapped people
Siblings
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Summary:Once upon a time, my brother and I played at fighting great battles. We chose our weapons carefully; his sword was wooden, mine plastic. Our arena was the driveway. His chariot was an electric wheelchair, mine was a scooter. We clashed and spun, and both died several times over. We were equal warriors; there were no differences between us.
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ISSN:0046-9157