From an early age my Saturday mornings involved putting on
my pale blue leotard and walking to my weekly gymnastic lesson with my Nan.
Even though I hated being deprived from Saturday morning cartoons I did love it
once I was there. I would spend the Saturday afternoons showing everyone who
would watch what I learnt that day. From what I am told I wasn’t half bad and
touching my head with my toes and handstands. My friend Amy still reminds me how I fell into a bush at school whilst doing a headstand and showed my knickers
to the whole playground! I always wish I had continued but unfortunately my
interests soon turned to make-up and boys instead of gambols and cartwheels.
I thought that learning to do the splits again would be a
great way to re-live my youth and perhaps kick start a new hobby....I couldn’t
have been more wrong. I should of left my leotard where it belonged- back in
1997! I tried every stretch possible and even got a few injuries just from
practising but I gave it my best shot....
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| Having a practice |
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| Completing..... |
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| ...Failing |
I think it was a fair attempt but sometimes you can’t act a kid forever...so I
am rather glad I spent my last night of 22 thinking I have the flexibility of
an Olympic gymnast and maybe tomorrow at the grand age of 23 I will start acting
my age..............................Nah!
;-)
One last task to go everybody!
Grace xx
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