Going to the beach with my family while growing up was always a lot of fun. One of the clearest memories I have is of jumping kelp. I'm not sure who started the tradition, but it's one that stuck. I mean, if you find a long piece of kelp, what else would you do with it? (Certainly jumping it is much better than the other kelp game alternatives--you know, "Whip the Youngest" or "Tie-up and Torture the Middle Child")
So, when Martha and the girls found a long piece of kelp....we jumped:
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