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Jumping For Joy
Is there any better reason to jump?
My youngest granddaughter (age 6) is a jumper. Her older sister (age 9) is not. In my sixties now, I am also not a jumper.
What the hell is wrong with me?
My daughter’s house has a front and back door. Both doors lead out onto a very small landing and then there are four steps leading down to ground level.
My oldest granddaughter and I walk down those four steps like normal human beings. My youngest granddaughter never does. She always jumps from the top of the landing down to ground level.
And every time she does that I come close to having a mild heart attack. I imagine having to call up my daughter and telling her that her youngest daughter just jumped off a skyscraper and I have to take her to the hospital for multiple bone breaks. I imagine becoming the scorned grandpa who could not be trusted with the safety of two little girls. I imagine horrific scenarios and I get scared.
My daughter’s house is on a hillside. Every house on her block is like a staircase with each house being higher than the one below it. There are usually rock or brick or stone walls separating each house because of the difference in height.
The other day I was playing ball with the two girls. As usual we were playing with a…
