My lovely lady Danielle is in town this week, so in her honor:
Before our first meet as seventh-graders on the middle school team, someone made up half of Danielle's floor routine. Maybe it was our coach or another gymnast. Danielle selected a rearrangement of "Twinkle Twinkle Little Star" that was quite rockin' and not kiddish, if you can imagine such a thing. The opening choreography worked. But whoever started the routine never got around to finishing it.
At the competition, Danielle still didn't have the rest of the routine. Nor did she have it when she saluted the judge and the music began. We watched as she performed the first half. Then, pumped with creative spirit and adrenaline, she free-styled the second half by running in circles, leaping, and front handspringing. She repeated these elements until the music ended. Her score was lost in the annals of time, but you can be certain we rewarded her with the loudest of applause. And a bit of giggling.
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