I watched the gymnastics last night and it all took me back to my childhood. I loved watching the nimble over-stretching girls twirl and jump and hoop on the balance beam/ parallel bars/ and floor. I found myself holding my breath and saying a silent prayer for them. Even as a child I knew I did NOT want to be there. I was satisfied watching and thinking "good for them." I wonder is it the girls that have the drive or the parents or a little of one and a lot of the other?
I hope you have a wonderful Monday and GO, Team USA!!!!
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