Jump double dutch.
And every summer I am reminded of this lil known un-scientific fact about my life.
When I was younger, my nickname was Tweety. Because of the constant teasing about my big head, I was extremely self-conscious about it. Therefore, I stayed away from anything that could hit my high-yellow forehead, leave a mark, and bring more attention to it.
Sidenote: You'd think this would have kept me from playing basketball.
So, there was this constant fear of being hit in the face with the rope while playing, which I couldn't overcome. Even when starting off standing in the rope, I couldn't get pass "2,4,6,8..."
So, yeah. My name is K.D....and I can't jump double dutch.
I might be one of the best turners, though. And I'll kick your auss in Chinese Jumprope.
K to the...
P.S. My mom, a child of the 60s, can still jump double dutch. And my lil sis can too. -__-
P.P.S. I'd kick both their ausses in Chinese Jumprope, though.