After several minutes of looking around the hardwood, I gave up. “OK, where is it?” I asked.
The kids asked me to be more specific.
“Just the bane of my existence when I was in PE, that’s all,” I replied. “The thing I feared more than nuclear war.”
They didn’t follow.
“The rope, people. The rope.”
One boy said he hadn’t skipped rope since third grade.
“Not jumping,” I explained. “Climbing.”
More blank stares. Then it hit me. There is no rope.
“This is unfair to the core,” I huffed. “Back in the day, we were mortified. It’s only right for you to be mortified.”
Knotted at the bottom, the rope dangled from the top girder of the gymnasium. The PE teacher said it was only 40 feet, but it was at least a mile.
Immediately, I pledged my unceasing efforts to bring back the rope. If the school system doesn’t have the money, it can always cut out third period.
Then I took their questions.
Uh, dude, what if you couldn’t make it to the top?
The gym teacher, always eager to bring another weakling out of the closet, would have the news spread all over school by lunch. Kids you didn’t even know would ask if you needed help lifting your peas.
What were the consequences of falling?
You mean in addition to the massive head trauma?
You could forget about ever being popular.
Was everybody afraid of the rope?
Just those of us who had the muscle mass of cheese curds. When the gym teacher called our names, it was like dead boys walking.
You’re just kidding about reinstating the rope climb at high schools, right?
Wrong, dude. I even have an Olympic-like slogan for you: Go for the girder.
Do you have any advice?
The knot will be soaked with sweat from the inner thighs of previous climbers. That alone should provide the needed motivation to launch your ascent.
How did you celebrate on those rare occasions when you made it to the top?
Lifted everybody’s peas at lunch.
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