I couldn’t figure out how every girl in my school learned how to jump and turn double-dutch before I did because once I learned what double-dutch was I spent every spare moment attempting to learn everything about double-dutch.
Turning was the way to join the group. I practiced turning with two ropes tied to a pole. If you didn’t keep the proper space between the ropes at an even pace then no one could jump between the ropes. Once I turned well enough to support a person I could join a group mid-fun.
Everyone wanted to jump solo but I liked jumping in with other people. The rhythmic movement of 1 foot and then the other in unison made me feel apart of something outside of myself.
We had games for 1 person and games for as many people as could fit in-between the ropes. My favorite game involved lifting 1 rope in the air and jumping with a single rope for a few minutes and then bringing back the second rope. We’d jump in one at after the other, each moving down to make room for the next, until someone stepped on the rope and ended the game.
I was always one of the worst turners and jumpers but no one ever prevented me from joining their game or taking a turn. Inside the fenced in play ground with the teachers roaming the concrete it didn’t matter if I sucked at double-dutch. All I needed was the will to play.