You're forgiven. Doesn't mean he can walk on them. My Coconut had some paralysis in her back legs. Near the end she was dragging herself, but she could make turns.
Just returned a remember-a-time survey. That would be the fifth consecutive survey that wanted me to remember-a-time. Whatever happen to the good old "count the pronouns in this passage" and "read this fake article"? I remember when surveys used to be good. And batches. They were good too. The kids are welcome on my lawn though. As long as they bring their own lawnmowers.
You always have a choice of not doing a writing task. And I just had a fake article. Surveys will be great again, and will make America great again. The greatest in the world, ever. I promise you.
If I'm familiar with the topic, I have no problem writing a short paragraph. I've been telling shrinks stories from my life for years. I skip the ones that require 200 or 500 words.
I've no problem with writing as such -- other than the fact I write slowly and this decreases the pay rate. I really hate writing about myself though. Half the time I can't even think of anything to write about. That said, survey #6, which also asked for writing, I did complete. Because I could write about yesterday. I remember yesterday.