I often watch hang-gliders take off from the park's high plateau and float above me. My mind drifts to the possibility of my attempting this sport. Why is it, then, that the only picture I can conjure up is a stack of my bones (similar to twigs on a campfire)?I reflect back to my high school drill team days. They went left. I went right. They went forward and I marched backward. I felt like one of the 3 Stooges providing comic relief to anyone who forfeited a snack or bath room break to watch the half-time show.
I continued this tradition in college where I audited a jazz dance class. To my delight the elderly instructor asked me to demonstrate a move for the dance majors ONCE.
It boggles my mind that I produced a high level gymnast and an athletically talented kindergartner.
Some Seniors (not me) are testing their limits. They're enjoying the challenges or competition of sports.
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