I can remember my yellow hula hoop when I was growing up in Amityville Long Island in the late 1950’s, early 1960’s. My 3 year old, 6 year old and 17 year old nieces were playing “skip it” when I went back to LI this past June. I can still remember my first bike, too. How I wish my little boys had a childhood like mine.
Original author: ruth krems [e-mail]