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A couple of weeks ago, I was working with a group of elementary students in a gym. At one point, I had them skipping backwards down the entire length of the floor. It felt a little silly, a little awkward, and just challenging enough to require their full attention. When they finished, one of the kids looked up at me, genuinely surprised, and said, “I didn’t know I could do that.” It stopped me in my tracks. "I didn't know I could do that." Not because skipping backwards is

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