As we get older, we forget about skipping. My youngest granddaughter has learned how and tends to skip rather than run these days. At five, it’s a relief to her much slower grandmother because she doesn’t get so far away from me. I still tend to be behind her, watching her move. Here’s her ballet class, skipping across the room. 
I’m not sure little boys skip, but little girls sure do. There’s something so fun about it. Also, I hear her humming while she skips. A friend told me I hum when I’m happy, although I’m not aware of it.
A friend of mine married late and has younger children than most people his age. He was in his 50s when his daughter was about 7 or 8. One day he stopped by my house to help with something and brought his daughter. I looked out the window and saw him skipping with his little girl. I never said anything to him but I think I told his wife. It was so very precious and I hope his daughter remembers that moment forever.
There’s a new movement to add skipping to exercise programs. Why not? It certainly gets the old body moving and lifting off the ground and the heart pumping. There’s a youthfulness to the movement, described by one on-line dictionary as a hippity-hopping movement. Cute.
Just think back to a time in your life when you skipped. It had to be a happy memory, didn’t it? I can’t imagine anyone skipping sadly. And you do tend to want to hum something catchy.
Skipping through life doesn’t sound bad at all. I’m going to try it while I still can!
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