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The Kids Are All Grown Up
I was holding tiny pink glittery sneakers in my hands along with a purple sippy cup. In front of me was a bounce house – the noise from its air pump hitting my eardrums like Mike Tyson working the speedbag. This was not my first bounce house… Not even my 10 th . My daughter was climbing the angled ladder so she could slide back down and continue jumping. Seeing her laugh and revel in her favorite inflatable housing was a salve for my soul. Those early childhood days seemed to

