During a preschool class:
Me: “Can I have you put your toes on the purple line?” (We have colored lines adhered with velcro to the floor.)
Child: looks aghast; starts to tug at his shirt.
“You want ALL of our clothes on the purple line?”
All Staff, unanimously: “TOES!!!”
Once upon a time, there was a gymnast deep in thought. She wondered why there was what looked like a block of chalk in front of her. She wondered why it looked like it was getting bigger. Suddenly, it hit her. The end.
Rock beats scissors, paper beats rock.
She learned the hard way that bar beats foot.
Best comment of all time:
So… When does it hatch?
… is in the eye of the judges.
A major part of this blog is the sharing of crazy stories that a non-gymnast would never hear.
That’s where you come in.
Like any gymnast, I have a lot of strange, interesting tales to tell about our insane sport, but I only have so many.
If you enjoy reading our posts here, and think you have a story you’d like to share, please email me at < gotchalk10 at gmail > I’d love to hear your tales and share them with world.
“No. There is absolutely no way I could make it.”
“Oh, come on, sure you could! I dare you to try.”
My eyes snapped up at the last sentence. You see, I pride myself on being a morally upright… determined… very stupid person. When I give you my word, I’ll do my absolute best to see it through. Unfortunately, when I am dared to do something, the same principle applies.
Besides, what’s the worst that could happen? I was landing in the foam pit, for goodness sake. It’s not like I was going to be permanently maimed in some ridiculous way, on my face no less, right?
Oh, if only I had known.