29 May 2013

Yo-Yo


Bundesarchiv, Bild 146-1985-101-36A / Hoffmann, Herbert / CC-BY-SA 3.0 de, via Wikimedia Commons

One crisp autumn day when I was around nine or so, my family took a day trip to a tiny living history museum. It was a restored colonial village, but there really wasn't that much going on the day we visited. There were old buildings to look at and about four shops where you could buy food or souvenirs. One of these shops was a general store that sold, amongst other things, old-fashioned toys. I picked out a wooden yo-yo painted in a teal color, more because I had always wanted to learn how to yo-yo than because I wanted to remember the trip.

It didn't take me long to get the hang of it, although to my dismay at the time I lacked the skill to master any fancy tricks like "Walk the Dog" or "Around the World."

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