That's right!
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.
You're wrong.
You're wrong.
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.
