WMFO Bouncy Castles: Fun…at a Price

So perhaps these nostalgic reversions to the safety of childhood memories are always tainted by the irreversible loss of innocence that’s likely hit you by the time you arrive at Tufts, or the latest when you go to your first Fall Ball. The unfortunate reality of the situation, though, was that the joke was on us. Some say youth is wasted on the young, but the truth is that the young are the only ones with the energy to survive the sheer physical strain of childhood fun.¬†As I learned playing outside during the massive snowstorm last winter, just because you’re having fun horsing around, that doesn’t mean that you can’t sustain real injuries. I’m more than a little bit sore even today, after ample time to rest and heal. My feet are sore, my arms are sore, my shoulders are sore, my butt is sore. In short, I’m all bounced out. The physical injuries combined with the harsh realization that this kind of carefree youthful activity is a thing of the past comes as a harsh reality check, but I’m fully prepared to ignore it and get black and blue again at next year’s event.

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