I sure do. The pure exhilaration when the rope made it all the way around without tripping me was almost unbearable. "Mom, watch me," and I'd do it again for the eleventh time. And when I was able to make several jumps in a row without falling on my face...whoooa, I thought I was tough stuff.
Liam recently picked up a jump rope, and there's been no turning back.

The joy of childhood. The thrill of jumping rope. Can you remember?
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