Please publish my story.
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From: joseph mazzella 
To: cynthia groopman 
Sent: Monday, July 12, 2010 6:43 PM
Subject: reformatted story: The Hula Hoop


The Hula Hoop
By: Cynthia Groopman

It was in the summer of 1958, when a new fad became part of our nation. Girls 
were excited about the hula hoop. They were so full of energy and waited on 
line at each store to be able to purchase those prized items. They came in all 
sizes. There were small ones for the arms, big ones for the waist to do the 
hula dance and some that made noise with some kind of beans in them.

I was excited and mom and I walked to the five and ten Cents store on Broadway 
in Long island city where there were lots of girls squealing and jumping up and 
down as they were waiting for their turn to get their hands on the hoop. It was 
as though they were selling gold. I asked my mom why the fuss for a material 
item. She said that as the years go by there would be many more material items 
for the girls and boys and grownups to get excited about. It was fun watching 
the joy and smiles and excitement. I got my hoop and was smiling and grinning 
from ear to ear. In the park we would have jumping with the hoop and turning it 
with our arms and also doing the hula.

I practiced since Queensview would have their contest. I practiced and 
practiced and did well. The big day arrived for the contest. It was not hot so 
it was comfortable.
We were asked to do all of the three things with the hoop, twirl it on our 
arms, jump through it and also do the hula dance. Each one of us was given a 
number.
When our number was called, we stepped up to the center of the playground and 
performed our acts. I did all three with confidence, smiles and belief that I 
would win.

The judges were the management of the children's program. I won all three and 
was jumping up and down and so happy. Oh, the gift was a trophy. I never felt 
such mirth and oh those blissful days of youth, the sunshine smiles, innocence 
and the warm fuzzy times of serenity make me yearn so much for them now. The 
hoops are gone and are a memory .However, my mom was right. Now there are huge 
lines to get IPhones, Ipods, computers and other technological marvels.
I liked the good clean fun of simple joy of playing with a hula hoop on a 
summer day and winning a contest which taught me sportsmanship and to savor the 
victory of victory. I have had other winning times in life and have been 
glowing in triumph's glory, but the victory that stands out in my mind is the 
day I was Miss Hula Hoop of Queensview. I walk by that playground, now filled 
with other children enjoying youth's joys, and wonder if they will savor 
cherished memories as I do now in my almost 62 year of life.


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