Look at me, I am 6'3".
I stepped on the stool to reach something on the shelf and realized I was looking down on the top of the fridge and that the kitchen looked really strange from that view point.
I got down and grabbed the measuring tape and measured the stool height, and did a little math finding that I was almost as tall as my son Dan who is 6'4'', my other son is 6'2" and the stool makes me
Bob watched in amazement as I held my cell at my eye height, then held it at Beaus canine height.
He said WHAT are you doing?
Perspective I said, I never realized how different things look for tall people and people in wheel chairs, which is the same as Beaus point of view. And I can't reach the top of the stove or the sink.
He said, Well Daniels arms are twice as long as yours.
If you are wondering about the raised fist, I was signaling my cell phone that was propped on the vase on the kitchen table.
Later that day, noticing the flowers were on the edge of the table, not the center
I said to Bob. Did you move the vase of flowers?
he said NO, You Did!
Don't you remember propping your phone on it?
OH YES! NOW I remember.
what a difference 9 inches makes in my view of my home, which means I need to clean the top of the fridge in case a really tall visitor comes.