A journey in which I was a passenger: Emmaline's gymnastics story
At the end of a race or the end of a vacation, I write a report. What happened? Where did I go? Would I do that again? Recently a journey ended, and while it wasn't my journey, I was there for it and it somehow feels important to reflect and think about that journey and tell that story. So here we are, Emmaline's gymnastics story and how I got to go along for the ride. It all started one day at the library. I used to take Emmaline to various story times at a few different libraries around town. One of the moms there, watching Emmaline go everywhere mentioned that Capital Gymnastics had an "open gym" where kids could go and climb and run and jump and play on all the stuff in the gym. I didn't really know anything about gymnastics, I mean, other than what I sort of caught now and then in the Olympics. I knew who a few of the more famous gymnasts were. Sure, why not? We'll give it a try. And so, just before she turned two, each Friday, we would head over to th