I read in one of the baby books that an Olympic athlete decided to copy every move a baby made. After an hour, the Olympian was exhausted and had such deep muscle fatigue he needed to stop. The baby wriggled on. Peggy, Tom, and I decided to engage in a little Alice aerobics. Oh. my. word. Take away the fact that we are completely inflexible, we still couldn't keep up! Peggy and I tried to think of when we started to lose "it" and decided it was a combination of the teenage years and growing too tall to do cartwheels in the living room anymore while listening to Saturday Night Fever, Grease, and Thriller on the 8 track/record player.
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