Cartwheel. On the day we scattered my father’s ashes, we lightened the mood with some competitive gymnastics. I don’t know how it started, but in attempting a cartwheel, I was shocked at my own creeping decrepitude. Over the last year, I’ve been watching online tutorials and practising – and I can do a passable cartwheel now. For that joyful split-second, upside down and wheeling, I’m reconnected with my eight-year-old self. Emine Saner ‘For one joyful split-second, I’m reconnected with my eight-year-old self.’ Photograph: Posed by model; lzf/Getty Images Have a kitchen disco. Never underestimate the fun ready to burst out
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