Grace is not my middle name.

I remember running and jumping when I was a child but I was never particularly graceful.  As I was waiting to pick up my granddaughter from school yesterday I watched as several preteen boys came running out of the school on their way to various activities. No one walked except an occasional teacher. Everyone young was running. I was most impressed by one boy who, while running, jumped up and over a park type bench.  One foot touched the seat, the other skimmed the back and he was up and over and on his way. It looked wonderfully graceful. I've been thinking that it looked like a lot of fun to be able to do that. Honesty compels me to admit that I don't think I ever could, even in my youth, and no, I'm not going to try it now.