JUMP ROPE: I think I can

Jump rope. Now, how long has it been since any of us have done that? Those who are in shape need not reply! I have not even seen a jump rope in many years. I think the last one I saw was used to tie up my sister. 'Course, I got the snot beat out of me once she got loose. I think that was when I was like ten years old. So, I have not seen one, or maybe they are around and I'm just avoiding them. Ours had wooden handles and the rope was red. It went well with the welts on my legs. I could never quite get the hang of how to jump rope. I mean, how hard can it be?! I have jumped out of windows, over ditches, fallen trees, countless fences, and lots of trees. But I just can't get the jump rope thing. My sisters could do it for several blocks, going up and down our street, and not miss a beat. Heck, they could even jump the same rope at the same time. But not me. I finally thought that it was in the rhymes that they did while jumping rope. That had to be it! It took me several days to get the hang of just one rhyme. And to this day, I still remember it. It went: Bake a pudding, bake a pie. Did you ever tell a lie? Yes, you did, you know you did. You broke your mama's teapot lid. Apple, peaches, pumpkin pie. Something something something . . . and then you count 1, 2, 3 and so on. OK, so I can't remember the whole thing. How many of those rhymes can you remember? I'm lucky I can remember this much. Seems that there are a few memories that maybe shouldn't be brought back. I remember getting ganged up on by my sisters. Then, I think there was some dress-up in a dress. . .or something. Nah, couldn't be. Well, just once. No, I'm sure of it. Must have been a dream or something. OK, let's just forget about the rhymes..........Please.