I do not steal away to the trampoline on occasion during nap time just to jump unhindered by little ones who limit my bounce.
And I do not hold onto the particularly ludicrous idea that as long as I can land a flip on the trampoline then I cannot be old. Or be getting old.
After all...old people don't do flips on a trampoline.
And I most certainly never have to make emergency runs back into the house for any...ahem, bladder issues.
After all...only old people have bladder issues.
And I am not old.
Not me.
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