One day as I was sitting at a stoplight, a lady crossed in front of me, skipping. And it made me smile. In fact I turned to a lady who was sitting outside on the step of a building and our eyes caught and we both grinned real big at each other.
Sure, we were probably both thinking that the lady was missing a marble or two. But also, I was a bit jealous of her ability to abandon all inhibitions and skip for joy downtown.
I love skipping, actually. But don't do it where people can actually see me.
There is a whole grassroots movement to encourage public skipping. Go to http://www.iskip.com/ and check it out!
Skipping: a joyful impulse, stunted at puberty. ~M. Robin D'Antan
Skipping is just jumping for joy, step after step. ~Jessi Lane Adams