A thing about paying so much conscious attention this year to how I learned to move my limbs is realizing that I started taking flying lessons before my puberty growth spurt finished and mixed in with my intuition on how to move my body is intuition about how to move a Cessna 150/152, and that some of the spinny, lateral walking style I attributed to keeping momentum with flat feet or my dad’s paratrooper-landing training was really that I had internalized a three-degrees-of-freedom model with crabbing and slips