Step, hop, step, hop your way to happiness

When I was in kindergarten, my teacher thought it was a wonderful idea to have all the students skip in front of the class (apparently we didn’t have many academic goals to achieve in kindergarten in the 1960s).  I was very shy due to my nonrefundable membership in an unfortunate gene pool.  My grandmother didn’t speak in school until fourth grade, and it seems I was headed on the same doomed path. I hated being stared at and the idea of skipping in front of an entire class of five-year-olds made me nervous every day leading up to the "big event."  I stewed. I worried. I envisioned myself stumbling and landing on the plastic musical birthday cake that the teacher wound up on a student’s birthday.  As a result, when it was my turn to get up in front of the class, I was a nervous wreck.
I stood up on wobbly legs and looked at the class.  I felt like a zoo animal. My biggest fear had occurred.  Everyone was staring. I swallowed hard and began skipping.  I said to myself, "Step, hop, step, hop," and off I went … straight to the bathroom where I promptly vomited. The only good thing about that day was that I got to go home early.
Over the years, I would skip rope, skip classes, and skip dessert, but I never really skipped anywhere after that day.  The memory was … well … easily skipped.  Now, I have an 11-year-old daughter who has boundless energy and skips everywhere.  Until recently, I would sit back and watch her while smiling and enjoying her obvious excitement.  One afternoon we went to the mall together and on a whim, I took her hand and said, "Let’s skip into the store."  She grinned and off we went.  Step, hop, step, hop. Along the way, I noticed the expressions change from those we passed who were lost in their own world until they saw us.  Smiling, they nodded as if to cheer me on.
These days I’m skipping everywhere. It makes my heart sing and reminds me to live each day to the fullest. So, go out and skip – it feeds your soul and besides, you’ll make my kindergarten teacher proud.
Extreme skipping is sweeping the nation – watch this video to learn how you too can skip through life!

About Vicky DeCoster

Award-winning humor writer Vicky DeCoster is the author of "From Diapers to Dorkville," "Husbands, Hot Flashes, and All That Hullabaloo!" and "The Wacky World of Womanhood." She has been published in over 60 magazines, books, and on several web sites. Vicky lives in Nebraska with her husband and two children where she loves to laugh every day. Visit her at
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