One potato two potato...

Not long ago I was walking home and the kids in my village were jumping rope. I stopped to watch but couldn't resist. I put down my backpack and shopping bag and joined them. The kids didn't quite know what to do but I invited two of the girls to jump with me. I was rusty and they were clearly much better but I taught them the rhyme that I jumped to so long ago on the school playgrounds of my youth...One potato two potato three potato four. Five potato six potato seven potato MORE! As I picked up my bags, we all laughed and one of the young boys who was turning the rope repeated the rhyme. That may be my legacy in Yap. It created a personal memory that I will long remember.