While driving home from the gym this afternoon, I saw a little boy, maybe five or six, skipping along the pavement. He looked so happy and not at all self-conscious.
I can’t remember the last time I saw a child skip. This made me happy.
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I see it with some frequency in San Jose.
Maybe it’s our good weather.
Thank god for kids.
There’s a school a couple of blocks over from my work. At quiet times during the day, I hear the kids out on the playground laughing and screaming to beat the band. I stop and think what a wonderful, life affirming sound and I smile.
I skip. I had to stop jumping rope a few years ago, but, at 68, I can still enjoy skipping. It makes me feel carefree, especially with the other old fogies at the gym in the morning. It reminds me of grade school.