The bounce has lost its affect. Swiped shoulders and bumped heads no longer carry an aftermath of sweet apologies, cuddles and laughter; now it’s all raised eyebrows and blame. The cost is higher, the line is longer and the time is shorter.
The jumping castle is gone, deflated and packed away.
The pavement rocks a rainbow of greys and the bounce has left our heels.
Oh, to be a kid again.
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