I found myself a red, hot, sweaty mess after jumping like crazy for an hour at an indoor trampoline centre this evening. It was a lot of fun but I had to keep trying to awaken the child deep inside of me to conjure up some fearlessness. Fortunately the child is never far from the surface, however I was never the kind of kid to fling myself into any danger, not even if foam pits promised to catch me.
I was determined to do a backflip and after a couple of shaky landings which almost put my neck out, I managed to to a very unconvincing one. This was while a little 6 year old girl was landing all kinds of spins and flips with grace and poise in her matching cheerleader mini bra and hot pants.