Last week, my niece turned 11 years old. ELEVEN, people. That’s practically a teenager, which is practically her college years. She’s catching up with me!
For her birthday, we went to a place called Jumpstreet, which is basically just a giant building filled with trampolines, foam pits, and a lot of screaming children. It was a blast, let me tell you.
Of course, I had promised her weeks ago when she decided to have her birthday here that I would absolutely be participating in the jumping – which meant I spent the majority of my Saturday evening running around with a bunch of fifth grade girls, jumping on trampolines and acting like I was eleven years old again.
And once we stopped jumping and my body began aching in every possible place for a body to ache, I was sadly reminded that I am most definitely NOT eleven years old anymore.
But it’s fun to pretend sometimes.
Have you jumped on any trampolines lately? It’s harder than I remember it being!