Jumping Jack

We called him Jumping Jack because he spent more time going straight up in the air than he did going forward. He would leap atop the car, the shed, over fences. He could grab the leaves off the tallest tree. Nothing seemed too high for our goat, until the day of the big  . . .

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Author: Virginia DeBolt

Writer and teacher who writes blogs about web education, writing practice, and pop culture.

3 thoughts on “Jumping Jack”

  1. She was an avid gardener. She loved the Rolling Stones song “Jumpin’ Jack Flash.” It’s said that the song was inspired by the sounds of Keith Richards’ gardener’s boots heard outside his British estate during a heavy rain. And so it goes, “I was born in a crossfire hurricane, and I howled at the morning driving rain. But it’s all right now. In fact it’s a gas! But it’s all right. I’m Jumpin’ Jack Flash. It’s a gas, gas, gas!” That played in her head when she slogged through the mud in her gardens in her brightly colored flower print knee high boots. Da de da da da de da!

  2. There was never a jumping jack or jumping Jack in my life – real or metaphorically. To speak of one is out of the question; he or it would be an invention of pure fiction and that I’m incapable of. Stories need to come from or be embellished from real life. I’ve met people named Jack; I’ve played jacks and with jumping beans but “jumping Jack” That’s an unreachable fantasy that, in my eyes, not even Don Quixote would conjure up.

  3. They called him” jumping jack”, because he would perform staid dance steps with an exaggerated spring in his step.
    Every bit a performer, he would jump , skip , whoop and break into manic laughter.
    Everything that made the original “jumping jack ” so scary, endeared him to the movie goers. He spawned a generation of
    hysterical fans , jumping and whooping at the numbers he danced to .
    He gave crazy electrical energy to his song-and -dance sequences . That , and his toothsome smile , not to mention his white shoes , white cardigans and strange hairdo.
    He was our Elvis.

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