BY CHRISTEN, WRITING TEAM INTERN
My friend, Lindsay, did it ’cause she thought it was radically fun. My grandma tried it in hopes that it would keep her heart pumping longer. I’ll be honest; I only did it ’cause it looked obscenely cool. And that is how we passed our summer days — with Skip-It.
Even better was the day when the makers of Skip-It released a version that counted the number of times you skipped. Then, it was a real competition. We put our fears of tripping or getting our ankles smacked with a plastic rope aside, and did anything necessary—sweat, blood, and tears would not stop us—to get the highest number on the counter.
In hindsight, that’s probably how we kept our little impish figures, and it’s got me thinking I may need to re-invest in this truly miraculous invention. The next time I don’t feel like going to the gym, I’m just going to skip it. Literally!
What are your favorite Skip-It memories?