Trampoline Jumping (and Other Things Adults Don’t Do)

I guess it’s weird when two college girls walk into a giant trampoline house populated mostly by 10-year-olds at birthday parties.

Scratch the girl part. I meant women. Grown-ass adult women.

Maybe.

Sometimes?

I wonder who decided that adults don’t jump on trampolines.

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That adults don’t fly.

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And adults don’t dance with flowers.

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Adults don’t really move. Or if they do, but they better be enduring it for the caloric expenditure, not enjoying it.

And adults don’t get lost.

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Not hopelessly and beautifully lost.

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Because if we kept jumping and flying and loosing ourselves, we might just get too good at it. And who knows if the world could survive that.

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