So in my previous blog I admitted my horror at seeing the trampoline set up in the Campton Gymnasium. And I admitted my ineptitude and looking like a fool. However... the boys also faced days of fear and loathing in gym class. For making fun of poor little men on the trampoline, they met their nemesis and it was called the Virginia Reel.
Oh, what sad male faces I witnessed those days when we walked into the gym to discover the record player plugged into an electrical socket and the boys learned we weren't going to be running around the perimeter of the gym with Chicken Fat on the turntable. Oh, no. We were about to tackle the basics of folk dancing. On those days the boys, forced to touch and maybe even hold hands with girls, were miserable indeed. Ah, for me, who loved dancing, revenge was sweet.
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