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When’s the last time you skipped?

I was walking the other day and these 2 delightful kids came skipping by with huge smiles and pure joy. My thought? I want to do that! So I did. I joined their skipping party until their parents called out”That’s too far…” And so we stopped and waited for them.
It was a carefree moment of pure joy inspired by 2 elementary kids.
I remember walking to elementary school and trying to learn how to skip. Skipping was not easy for me to learn. The rhythm and coordination it takes to skip doesn’t run in our family’s genes.
But you should know that this lack of rhythm and coordination does have an upside. There is NO RISK whatsoever of this happening to me!

But since I walked to school every day, I had LOTS of time to practice. It was maddening. One day I would think I got it only to forget it the next day. Or think I got it, but it didn’t FEEL right.
And then, one day, I got it. It was magical.And just last week I got to relive that magical moment – somethingthat I haven’t done in decades.
Fortunately, the lack of these genes seemed to have disappeared with the next generation of our family.

EASTER!!I’ll never forget it.

Saturday was the day for yardwork at our house. (after pancakes, of course.) As a kid it was my job to mow the lawn. We had a big back lawn and a big front lawn. It took about an hour to complete. At age 7 it became my job. I’m not sure how it became my job. But it was.
I took pride in doing a good job and it was especially important that I did it all by myself – with no help. It’s a kid thing I think. Because these days I’ll take any help I’ll can get.
Our back lawn was not particularly smooth. Ruts, divots and bumps were the norm. Why? That’s a story for another day. Earlier in the year my dad had purchased a new electric lawn mower. It was orange. It was an amazing lawn mower – except the LONG extension cord required to make it go. It was a job in itself to manage. You see, it’s bad when an electric lawn mower and the cord collide. The result is not pretty.
It was the Saturday before Easter about 45 years ago.
It took just a split second for the world to stop and change my life forever… It’s like I left a piece of my young self behind that day.
The rest of the story tomorrow.