J is for Jump

Children love to jump--to jump over (or into) puddles…to jump on the furniture…to jump rope. It’s as though the pull of gravity is an annoyance to them whereas adults appear to be tethered by it. When I was a child, I loved to run and jump and skip and slide for the pure delight of stretching my muscles…to see how fast I could run or how high I could get.

Adults don’t seem to get it, though. They tend to jump to conclusions…to jump at opportunity...to jump on the bandwagon…but it just isn’t the same. It’s not nearly as much fun as launching oneself into the air or over water or into someone else’s arms.

What is it that makes you jump for joy?

“If you never jump,

you will never know who is there to catch you.”

--Jenna Stough--

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