I have been twirling the skipping rope for some of the children I work with so much this week I think I have given myself repetitive stress injury. It is lovely playing with them, though. So poignant - the girls change, generations change (I was a skipping girl once), but the rhymes don't.
Cinderella
dressed in yellow
Skip, skip.
who shall I marry?
A, B, C, D,...
Sooner or later, the rope catches the ankle, and you have to stop skipping.
Thursday, May 03, 2007
Skipping
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I've given you a Thinking Blogger tag. Apologies, but I like your blog.
Anna MR, I am so sad, I can't remember any of my skipping songs, I hope if I sleep now - it is v late - I will remember tomorrow x
My dear lovely ladies, why don't you post all the skipping rhymes and songs you can remember right here, and I'll gather them up. Encourage others to do so, too. I could teach them to the kids I spin the rope for.
Ms Kärkikolmio, I will return to you soon about this Thinking topic. I am still too flustered to be coherent.
x
Chrisopher Columbus was a very brave man, he sailed though the world in an old tin can, I can't remember any more, sorry x
Oh nmj - scratch your memory. It sounds promising.
x
Ingle Angle Silver Bangle, Ingle Angle Out!
I only have snippets for you, am afraid, above is a different song, i am 43, dearest, a long time to think back! x
NMJ, snippets are as welcome as anything. Memories are snippets, aren't they, at the best of times, but intriguing snippets.
Don't you be going on about age, that's just silly coming from you.
x
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