Ah, to be a chubby, clumsy, unathletic kid in the '70s. Such exquisite torture...and sweet revenge.
My fondest memories of PE class are of the days I was successful in running to the back of the batting line while the gym teacher wasn’t looking!
I did that too! But my PE teacher had a gaze like a hawk. He caught me most of the time.
I think that’s a screening question when hiring gym teachers!
Ha! Touché!
I throw like a girl, too. 😉
Ha! We should play catch! xo
Or perhaps pick-up-the-ball.
🙃
More accurate, I think.
My fondest memories of PE class are of the days I was successful in running to the back of the batting line while the gym teacher wasn’t looking!
I did that too! But my PE teacher had a gaze like a hawk. He caught me most of the time.
I think that’s a screening question when hiring gym teachers!
Ha! Touché!
I throw like a girl, too. 😉
Ha! We should play catch! xo
Or perhaps pick-up-the-ball.
🙃
More accurate, I think.