Windy and skipping

I heard that song Windy today on the radio and I was transported back to eighth grade when I was chosen to be Windy in our catholic school Spring Musical Review. I had never been chosen for the lead or even a back up snow flake for that matter. I immediately ordered a red and white polka dot jumper and a white floppy straw hat and had dreams of throwing it in the air like Mary Tyler Moore.
I apparently had forgotten I can not dance at least not dance in any familiar form. Mrs. Dolick the music teacher worked very hard to coordinate the motions to the words. I was adequate until the line Who's tripping down the streets of the city, smiling at everybody she sees . She interpeted tripping as skipping and I know I could have tripped just fine ,but I could not skip. I could not comprehend her directions on the complex task of feet and music My long ago childhood friend Sue Betts spent recess after recess working with me to properly skip. I don't remember if I ever thanked her. She left the world long ago , cancer. Thank you Sue I still remember how to skip and someday when we meet again we can do the whole routine, but I'll take back up this time.