When I was between the ages of 7&8, I took a gymnastics course at the Morro Bay Community Center from a woman named Rhodina. I don’t remember much about Rhodina. I do remember that she was a complete b***, had an earing in her nose and made me repeatedly do summer-salts over and over again because I was way too tall for the bars. One day, I had had enough– I snuck out of the class and waitied patiently in the bathroom for my Mother to return and pick me up from this mini-hell. Oh, and this place smells like armpit.