I Was a Spotter

It’s true, for a summer during high school, I worked as a spotter for a gymnastics camp, parked on the tumbling mats with all the toddlers. When a forward roll became an almost-head stand, I was there. When a wild bounce off the mount trainer launched two unsuspecting pig tails into the crash pads, I was there. I wasn’t the one doing the gymnastics, but I got to participate in a very important role in gymnastics: safety patrol. Continue reading I Was a Spotter