If you happen to be in or near the Boise area today (Wednesday, March 24th, 2010) and you double dutch – bring your team into Flying Pie – because today’s your day! Click here for details …
Those of you who’ve known me only in my current, sedentary state, may be surprised to learn I was the double dutch cham-peen, back in the day. Oh yes, it’s true. Except maybe for cartwheeling through, I could double dutch with the best of them. It was one thing that made spring so welcome - for the first time in months we could get back out there and jump for all we were worth. The minute that bell rang for recess, we’d grab our ropes and head for the blacktop.
They were carefree days of fun and laughter …
My how the years of passed since then. The last time friends witnessed me double dutch, I was at RA camp. We arrived late, the camp was dark – there wasn’t much to see outside. But it was a warm Texas night – the sky was bright with stars. We couldn’t bring ourselves to go indoors. So a group of us girls decided to double-dutch. The fact that we had no ropes didn’t phase us in the least. We simply made believe – and made believe so well, the guys gathered around for a closer look.
We laughed and cheered, just like we did when we were young …
Every once in awhile, when no one else is around, I’ll pretend to double dutch. I put my hands up, feel for the rhythm of the ropes, and then jump in … Cin-da-rella, dressed in ye-lla, went upstairs to kiss her fe-lla, made a mi-stake and kissed a snake, how many doc-tors did it take .. 1 … 2 … 3 …
Before I know it, I’m laughing once again…
Give it a try sometime. Pay no mind your age or ability – or the fact that you have no ropes. Pretend. Call it exercise if you must; but jump in with all your might. Sure, we may not boast a team to earn us a free pizza a Flying Pie … but we just might find something more. You see, the cares of the world are hard pressed to hold tight when you double dutch. Even if we feel the fool at first, for a few moments in time, we can go back – we can be young, footloose and fancy-free.
It’s what makes double dutch so fun as a kid; and oh-so magical as an adult.
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