One summer, all I did was jump rope on the street in front of my house. My hands go so calloused and my feet were black, but it was worth it. After that summer, I never jumped roped again, I'd gotten enough I told everyone. But the truth, well I told myself If I jump rope again, it will be like that summer is over, and to me, it never ended.

The moments fell like dominos. (quote from piece)
Theme: Recognition