Pogo!

I remember growing up and visiting my grandparents in Boston who, after raising my mom and aunt had only managed to save a few toys from their childhood: fancy dolls wrapped up in boxes that I could never touch, two sets of ballerina and Andrews sisters paper dolls (which I still have BTW), and my aunt's pogo stick. I remember that pogo stick fondly because after I explored their yard and sorted my grandmothers button box, I would attempt to pogo. I think my record was 2 jumps at a time... ever! Clearly this wasn't my forte!

Will spent some time this morning with his new pogo and admiring the pogo skills of his buddy Caleb (who tells me he can bank more than 100 jumps at a time). So far Paul thinks he takes after me in pogo ability.