I used to be able to hula hoop. It was the event in which I could consistently count on to win a ribbon on field day. I tried to hoop the other day (by which I mean a few years ago). I watched, dejectedly, as the hoop slithered to the ground and landed with a thud around my ankles. A pathetic donut of failure encircling my feet.

I could also turn a pretty bitching cartwheel. I tried to do that the other day and almost sprained my wrist. I was working with some kids last Spring who decided to pass the afternoon by logrolling down the hill that comprised their front yard. I wobbled off course and ended up perpendicular to the base of the hill. What will be next to go? Riding a bike? Rollerskating?

Kudos to Nicole Griffith for refusing to let the childhood arts fade from her repertoire. She's one mad hooper. If you don't believe me, check it out for yourself. Here's more proof. Sadly, my camera wasn't handy when she successfully hooped with a beer in one hand - and took a swig.