Wow. Preston is unmistakable. I’m glad I was spared this in gym class, and I can still keep reasonably good memories of him.
I don’t really have any memories of calisthenics from '72 to '76, when I changed schools and our gym teacher used Stevie Wonder to help us get our groove on. The next year, I changed schools again and had a gym teacher that was making us disco dance and take up jogging. That I learned to hate.
