Skipping the Skip-It

Ah, the cause of many an ankle bruise growing up can be traced back to this summertime contraption. The Skip-It. I think worse than getting whacked on the skipping leg was the fine ring of red that quickly developed around the anchor leg. But the very best thing of all, there was a COUNTER on that ball!

Maybe it was a girl's toy, and that's why I couldn't do it. It's not like you only need two legs to make it work or anything, but I could never master the hula-hoop either. The principle of hurling objects around on my body just never clicked for me. I probably looked like a dork though, skipping it on the grass.

It's "roaring good fun??" 

1 comment:

  1. Oh how I loved Skip It!

    That is, until it flew off my foot and slammed into someone. =P

    Then I REALLY loved it!