Tess Turns the Rope
Every recess, the girls on the blacktop jumped rope. Tess was the best at keeping the beat, so she always turned one end of the rope. Her friend Dina turned the other end. Everyone else took a turn jumping.
Tess never complained. She turned and chanted, and she watched the jumpers' feet. Her own feet tapped on the ground, just a little.
One windy day, Dina saw those tapping feet. "Tess," she said, "when was the last time you jumped?"
Tess shrugged. "Somebody has to turn."
"Wait," said Dina. She looked at the fence. Then she tied her end of the rope to the post, tight with a double knot. "Now the fence can turn with me. We only need one turner at a time."
Tess stepped into the middle. The rope swung over her head. She counted the beat in her mind and jumped. Her sneakers hit the ground with a smack, smack, smack.
"Ten in a row!" cheered the girls.
From then on, the group made a chart. Everyone took a turn at turning, a turn at jumping, and a turn at calling out the chant. Tess did all three, and she liked the jumping best.