It's been Olympic Fever season here. I love watching the gymnastic competition. When I was in high school, gymnastics was just starting to show up in the gym replacing archery and dodge ball. I think I was a junior, in my last year of compulsive gym when the school bought a high beam and a set of uneven parallel bars. I could walk the beam if it wasn't high off the floor but the day I was told to just hang off the high bar and don't worry we'll catch you if you fall was the end of my gymnastic career! I told the gym teacher don't worry you won't have to catch me, I'm not going up there! And I never did. I used to think I was shy and retiring when I was younger, reflecting on this story I guess I wasn't!