Blow Me Up and Knock Me Down
With a group of friends, mostly teenagers, we squashed ourselves into a bubble from hips to past our heads. We were caged in with only a ball between the blueberries and the oranges. I was on team orange. I needed to score a goal to make the whole sweaty bone-crushing fun worthwhile. Find out if I made it on the video.
When I woke up the next morning I realised bubble soccer is a sport for teenagers. Our children went about their day with no visible creaks or bruises. I was a tender avocado. Seemingly tough on the outside, but the inside flesh all black and bruised and well past her sell-by date. Some weeks have been making me feel my age. This would be one of them. But, just like goat yoga, the laughs made the sore core worth it.
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