Double Dutch

As a girl, I was never too great at jumping rope, especially double dutch. Maybe that's why a few nights ago, I dreamed that I was so adept at the sport that every group wanted me to represent them. I could literally fly through all of those rope antics.

We were in Old Dutch New York; the boys were all wearing knickers, and the girls were wearing long, flowery dresses. We girls knew how to hold our dresses up just so in order to jump those ropes to the maxium. There were horses and carts traveling the roads, but we had our own corner lot to play games and jump double dutch, which seemed to be all the rage at that time.

The boys never jumped with us, but they would stand around and sing rhymes and clap with the girls. It was so much fun, revisiting some of my childhood games, even if I was caught up in another time; the 1600 hundreds. Weird, but believable and delightful!