Gym-X

In the first grade, I tipped the scales at a healthy 86 pounds. Hardly a tall child, I was found to be “deficient in forward rolls.” I suppose it was due to the difficulty I had bending forward. I can distinctly remember rolling to the side was much easier.

In the second grade, I was excused from math three times a week to attend something known as “Gym-X.” “Gym-X” was, you guessed it, extra gym class for elephantine tots. Somehow, even then, it signaled to me that, “Hey, you don’t need to know math… you’re too fat.”

By high school, I caught up in math, but I could never real nail the tumbling.