One should always entertain the inner child. Granted, there are limits to things. But they are only in other people’s eyes. One is as happy as their heart is; so if your heart screams loud and wants you to run, oblige it. Hearts run our bodies, if we trust them with all that responsibility, then we should trust they know best. I know, the expression is “momma knows best”, but in this case she may not. One man’s crazy is another’s wisdom…
I’ve asked for wisdom this year. Santa was great and didn’t laugh in my face. He did try me, and left a trampoline by the house. Well, not really left it. It had to be put together. In the rain. The elves were a little busy and, well, not available, so it came down to the usual suspects to assemble it…In the rain. Past midnight, when Santa was close to finishing his errands, the bouncy thing was done. All put together and ready to receive the fun seeker. In the rain. It was calling with soft, enticing whispers. So I decided crazy is more fun than wise…and went for it.
The shoes came off and I found myself in the middle of the circle, on the marked spot, in the rain. I bounced a little. It threw me up. Not too high, just enough to get my stomach in my throat. Whoa! Fun! I bounced higher, and little sounds came out shyly at first, and more and more clear. “This is fun! Fun, I tell you! Woohoo!”. A pair of eyes was staring at me. “Shhh! You’ll wake up the neighbors!”. Oh. Ok. Noted. Fun buster! Just one more time. Please! Turns out jumping on those things is addictive. You can’t “just stop”. One more time means as many as your legs will hold you to have…but the hardest thing of all is flying without a sound. That could not be accomplished…
In the morning, little feet trotted down the stairs toward Santa’s gift, wrapped in all sorts of quirky sounds; I guess it runs in the family. The neighbors came out to see. Apologies were issued for the nightly sounds. “I was up anyway” came back the answer invariably. Oh. Ok. Well, as long as I didn’t keep you up! But just a word, please; don’t put those pictures on facebook…you know, private life is private, and some things should stay…well… in the rain.
