My Baack...

Age, for me, is a delicate thing. I love to celebrate my twin sister's birthday (and, I suppose it is nice that it's my birthday too.), but, for me, age is not just a number...

Maybe I focus too much on the actual number. When I was younger, I truly thought by the time I hit my age I would be a domestic diva, an expert wife, raised 3 kids, and even house-trained a dog.

But, in my state of mind, I feel like I just graduated from high school... er college. And, when people look at me, I think, they do think I'm younger... but, let's face it, I'm only getting older.

What's one activity you can do that reminds you of youth? For me, I spent many days jumping on the trampoline, as my imagination would run wild: the tramp would turn into a ship, or a zoo, or we'd place the sprinkler under the tramp, and turn it into a swimming pool.

Or, we'd sleep under the stars, and my dad would point out the Big Dipper and the North Star. And when my dad didn't sleep out under the stars with us, my sisters and I would go toilet papering.

What I'm trying to say is... being on the tramp reminds me of being a young kid again. You can't help but smile and giggle as you play 'crack the egg' or '3-man bounce.' (If you haven't played any of these games... you're missin' out.)

So, while at my parent's house on Sunday, Jeff and I attempted to feel youthful while jumping on the trampoline. And, it worked! We laughed, smiled as we jumped up and down. We even taught my niece and nephews trampoline games... and had lots of fun. I loved it.

However, the next morning, my back did not love it. I woke up not being able to sit up. I couldn't bend over. Any and all action was painful. When I walked something was noticeably wrong... very wrong with my back. Both sides of my back felt pinched, and it hurt to move.

All this from jumping on the trampoline?

Yes... I now have a physical reminder that I truly am getting older...

And boy does it hurt.