Day Three: Elementary School (I think)
Dec. 22nd, 2009 08:32 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
bironicI took a gymnastics class once when I was little; a short-term Saturday morning sort of thing. I have three flash-memories of it.
One is of arching back, possibly with help, to do a... bridge, I think it was called. Facing up, feet and hands on the ground.
One is of noticing dirt under my toenails. Maybe under tights.
And the last is of changing before or after, and getting my pants stuck on my shoe (which I had left on) as I tried to pull them on or off. I thought of this for years and years anytime people made jokes about not taking your shoes off before your pants.
One is of arching back, possibly with help, to do a... bridge, I think it was called. Facing up, feet and hands on the ground.
One is of noticing dirt under my toenails. Maybe under tights.
And the last is of changing before or after, and getting my pants stuck on my shoe (which I had left on) as I tried to pull them on or off. I thought of this for years and years anytime people made jokes about not taking your shoes off before your pants.
