Hannah makes it look easy. She barely moves and the hula hoop keeps going around and around. She can operate her Ipod and hold a conversation at the same time...AND the hoop lights up and flashes in the dark! My hula hoop was yellow and had marbles inside. One of my earliest memories is of the apartment door opening in Staten Island and my father rolling my brand new hula hoop into the kitchen. I was awe struck. Maybe I'll try Hannah's hoop to see if I still have what it takes.
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