During my early elementary years, my school’s asphalt fields had several jump rope games and chants going on during recess. Jump roping was THE game girls played. I was actually pretty good at double dutch with partners and knew all the songs. When my family moved to another town and I had to attend another school, my mother armed me and my sisters with new jump ropes to share with new friends. What a disappointment when we discovered no one jumped double dutch or knew our chants.
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It was the same at my grammar school- jump-roping was a girl’s game.
I was never clear as to why, perhaps the silly song or how, with the songs, it was just too close to dancing.
But why can’t boys play along?
No clues were to be found, so I moved on trying to fit in where I belonged and still afraid of those strange creatures in shirts anyway.
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We used to spend hours jumping rope… now I can barely hop from one side to the other! Great memories.
beth
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There are a lot of things I wish I could still do. Thanks for reading.
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I remember skipping single rope and double dutch. It was a great recess activity. We had a few boys that would join in on occasion, but typically they preferred to turn the ropes and claim responsibility when we tripped up. Great post Antoinette.
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Ah, jump rope! That’s another childhood memory that I had forgotten. We also played ‘Ball Against the Wall’ (equipped with rhymes like “A my name is Anna, my husband’s name is Andy, we come from Alabama with a car load of Apples!” 😀
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That was the most popular chant.
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Yes one of our basic games along with jacks. Today I’d hold the rope / no jumping
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MO jumping for me either
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My father still talks about my jump rope phase and the constant slap, slap, slap as the jump rope would hit the ground. He was glad to see that phase go. Weekends In Maine
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Jumping Rope or skipping as I would call it is such a good way to get fit & healthy, especially as one gets older.
As part of my daily boxing sessions I normally skip for three 3 minute rounds and love it.
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