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Oil on Board with Black Wood Floater Frame
I was in high school gym class at the end of the 70's. We all had to "try to" climb the rope several stories to the ceiling of the gym (I did not make it past eye level of Miss Ruth, the evil gym teacher). We all had to do gymnastics. All of us, not just the lythe, coordinated, athletic folks, all of us. I remember donning my one piece striped, zipped up the front, gym suit and trudging out to the balance beam, prepared for another day of humiliation. It just wasn't my thing. But I tried, and every once in a while I would stick a landing.
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Oil on Board with Black Wood Floater Frame
I was in high school gym class at the end of the 70's. We all had to "try to" climb the rope several stories to the ceiling of the gym (I did not make it past eye level of Miss Ruth, the evil gym teacher). We all had to do gymnastics. All of us, not just the lythe, coordinated, athletic folks, all of us. I remember donning my one piece striped, zipped up the front, gym suit and trudging out to the balance beam, prepared for another day of humiliation. It just wasn't my thing. But I tried, and every once in a while I would stick a landing.