Like a Gorilla in a Trampoline Park: A Post For Grandma O.

...which is a lot more fun than a bull in a china shop.

Trust me, because I was the gorilla. I told the girls that the way I felt at the trampoline park-- effortlessly athletic, graceful, and fluid-- was not at all the reality.

The reality was an Abigorilla having the time of her life.

Background: Grandma Owen bought the children passes on Groupon for a local trampoline park. We'd never heard of such a thing and didn't know what to expect, but when we showed up early afternoon on a Monday, we found we had nearly an entire trampoline fantasy land to ourselves. It was awesome. Thank goodness there were enough passes for me to play! It would honestly have been painful to watch them all have fun and not be able to join in.** There was even an extra pass for a  Diedre Pal!

**Note: the three other parents that I saw there during our two hours must have been in serious trampoline-longing-pain. They were just walking around or sitting down in comfy chairs.

I don't know if it's because there were only 2 small children and one father at the park when we arrived, or if it's because the teenaged employees just don't care, but we did pretty much anything we wanted on the equipment for 2 straight hours. It was exhilarating and exhausting.

Annika left the park with her hands bleeding from the obstacle course! It was worth every last penny we did not pay.

Running along the trampoline runway felt like running in dreams-- one could take enormous, bounding, graceful leaps. It felt graceful, at least. Ulp. (Thanks a lot, Mildred, for taking these behind my back.)

John took Skylark on her birthday date while we all (gracefully/fluidly) leapt about. All the children from Cadence on up to Abigail enjoyed every minute. Thank you, Grandma Owen!

We didn't get pictures of the dodgeball court or the diving board, but you can still see that it was a day for the books...er...or blog, if you'd rather, and just the thing to stave off the cabin fever crazies.