Yes, I was a skipper.
I skipped to and from school. I skipped all around stores when we went shopping. I skipped around the house, room to room. I skipped up and down the street we lived on. I just skipped. And I skipped freely with carefree abandon and I skipped with no shame.
My friend Mark asked ironically, "So your family had no idea huh?"
I looked at him and nodded, "Oh honey, they knew before I did."
I provide this photo as indisputable proof.