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I remember the scene as if it was yesterday. My Uncle Harold was always amazed at my tumbling skills, when I was a girl. You name it, I could do it.

One day, I was doing a handstand outside along the wall of the building while he was visiting. He said that looked pretty easy and proceeded to try to do one, too.

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