I’m not a grand juggler by any stretch of the imagination: I taught myself to juggle from a book when I was eight years old. It took me a while to learn but, like riding a bicycle, I haven’t forgotten. I juggle a little bit every day and I’ve also moved onto other skill toys (eg pois, fire pois, diablo, devil’s sticks) but it’s these balls that keep me interested in hand-eye coordination and proprioception.
Given I’m 44 at time of writing this, I’ve had these dear balls for more than half of my life: they’ve survived my house buring down, they’ve travelled the world and one of them almost became lost in Horseshoe Bay on Magnetic Island (poor thing was gone for three days and I just happened to kick it out of the sand whilst walking along the beach – grand find, that).
These balls will be with me when I’m cremated: they are for my fun and I’ll take them with me even though I don’t believe in an afterlife.