It's not easy to find friends who are similarly minded, who are still in touch with this innocent part of them.
But last night, I jumped on floors made of trampoline, bounced off trampoline walls, participated in a game of trampoline dodgeball, and practiced flips and belly flops off trampolines into a pit of foam, with three other women for a dear friend's 29th birthday. All three of them are moms. One of them is in her mid thirties and the other is forty, but you wouldn't know by the way they bounced and played. They could even do back handsprings. At the end of our trampoline play, we each put quarters into a machine that dispensed fake mustaches, then spent twenty minutes squeezed into a photo booth posing for pictures and trying to keep our mustaches in place.