… again, I must apologize for our family (to our neighbors anyway)
With me being heavy(ier) than I’ve ever been, I have heavy footsteps. Although, I’m ultra aware and try to tread lightly…the weight is still there.
Then, you have my son with his “DCD” (developmental coordination disorder- real thing under dyspraxia) – well, he is clumsy and a heavy stepper. He steps heavily on his feet, and we keep reminding him to step on the “ball” of his foot… toesies…that’s what you’re supposed to do in soccer. (Yup, we remind him every time he steps in the kitchen from carpet to tile) Bam, Bam, Bam – the loudest of all us- on his heels. Stop stepping so hard!
NOW, in 6th grade, my son has to have an instrument and learn band. He picked the trumpet! He has to practice nightly for 10 or 15 minutes. It’s not so bad…and he’s actually doing quite well, but, he’s learning to BLOW through the instrument… and sometimes it comes out a loud blare.
…ALL of the above combined, it’s like we got a pet elephant…sorry downstairs and next door neighbors.