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I
was the queen of 'Backdoor Suzie Miss a Beat You're Out,' and even when
I was running around the skipping rope ever-enders (they want to
be ever enders, I say firmly) I was thinking to myself what does 'Backdoor
Suzie' mean? If I miss a beat why am I out?
I
was a never ender. Never out. Dolly Dutch, Double Dutch. I skipped 'till
I had to throw up. I hated being an only child because after school
there was no one to turn the rope for me and I had
to tie it to the metal water tap in our driveway and turn it for myself.
Sometimes it was worse: sometimes my mother would come out to help me,
with her tiny arm movements, syncopated rhythms, tripping up my feet,
knowing none of the songs. |