I was really pushing for a party at the house in the backyard. It’s a nostalgic thing for me…a birthday party like I remember them, an old-school gathering at home. I had a fun theme in mind, some tricks up my sleeve, and the whole thing was going to be really swell. But Harry had other ideas. He wanted to go to Jumpoline… a gigantic room full of trampolines, which is super fun and a complete assault on the senses. Terrible lighting, pounding music, and jumping jumping jumping. So that’s what we did.
And Harry loved it.
It was a pounding blur of delightful energy and constant movement.
A perfect tribute to my favorite seven year old.
