I wanted to be a cheerleader. I really did.
I tried out all the time in Junior High and never made it.
And it was because I couldn’t do a cartwheel. I really couldn’t.
My dad could.
And he spent many an afternoon trying to teach me.
Cartwheel lessons didn’t help my skills, but I DO remember my dad out there in our yard, trying to to give me the confidence to do one.
Thanks, mom and dad……for at least PRETENDING!!!