Last October, we enrolled Brenna in gymnastics. It's a once-a-week, 45 minute class, so don't go thinking we're THOSE parents. Plus she was hanging on and bouncing off all the furniture in the house and local playgrounds...we HAD to do SOMETHING to give her an outlet for her need to be upside down. She absolutely loves it. Every Monday morning she wakes up and we say, "What day is today?" to which she replies "Gymnastics Day!" She either truly loves the "sport" (at this level there's not much sporting to it) or she loves getting to eat in the car on the way. The class is structured around different elements such as the bar, the beam, the floor, the vault (a very watered down vault mind you) and even a ladder or two. Am I hoping for an Olympic bid in 2020? Not really, but if that's what she wants to pursue, who am I to tell her "No"?
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