Skip, hop and a jump!

Sat in my car, held up by traffic, I casually notice a bunch of school kids leaving a nearby school.

Their Mums and Dads, laden with bags, lunchboxes and books follow, walking sensibly and maturely – as most grown ups do. The children, however, opt for a much more joyful form of travelling.

They skip!

Arms swinging with gleeful faces, they manoeuvre their travelling dance around oncoming pedestrians. Sometimes they run instead, but all the while remaining light and buoyant, a picture of delight. All for absolutely no reason.

So when did my skipping days end, I wonder?

Perhaps when I hit secondary school and the need to be ‘cool’ and look good came into play. I think the closest I got to skipping as a teen was when I tripped up inside ASDA and flew awkwardly into an old man. The shame.

But I can feel the childlike yearning within me again. The craving for the bounce of my feet and the need to feel the wind in my hair! Oh the pleasure of bouncing gaily JUST BECAUSE I WANT TO!

And so, pulling up at home a little while later I decide now is my chance. The driveway to my front door is perfect for skipping down. Lets go!

But then. I notice the neighbours leaving their house. Hmm. Another time.

And so for now, the hallway of my home will have to make do.

WHHHEEEEEEE!!!

Go on, try it! I dare you.