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emma_in_dreamI accompanied Pearl and Ruby to a fifth birthday party on the weekend. I knew the mother was an over-achiever but I had not anticipated that she would hire the entirety of a professional gymnasium, plus three instructors to take 30 kids on a two hour gymnastics circuit. I can’t see how she could have had much change left from $700 which seems a little over-the-top at this stage. After this, what do you do for the sixth birthday? Or the twenty first?(*)
Because Ruby was much younger than the others, I accompanied her, and I have to say that at the end of the first hour in the un-airconditioned gym I would have been happy to stop and rest. I wish I had, but instead I made the error of taking Ruby along the ten metre trampoline and lowering her into the large pit filled with sponge squares. The pit was full of kids floating on top of the squares and Ruby also skimmed along the surface, but it turned out that people who weighed as much as I did sunk like stones.
And the pit was so deep that I could not get my feet to the floor. I could get no traction against the foam sponges. It was like being trapped in quicksand. At one point my face was covered by two layers of material and I was actually beginning to think that I could die in there. The squares adhered to my body and it was almost impossible even to raise my arms to ward the foam off my face. What a humiliating way to go, sunk under the foam because I was too fat, unable to get out because I was too short. In the end it took two adults to haul me out of there. Seriously, the stuff was slightly sticky, made it hard to move but offered no traction. It was a horrible, horrible experience.
No doubt it looked really funny to the other parents. I even checked Youtube this morning but there was no sign of a video of a short, fat lady struggling feebly in a terrible pit of doom. At least, not one of me.
Somehow I am always the sort of person that things like this happen to.
(*) I suffered a small twinge when I compared it to Pearl’s birthday party which consisted of her running around the common area with some of her friends, eating some home-made cake and playing oranges and lemons. But then, she did seem perfectly happy, so I guess the end result was the same for both parties – happy children.
Because Ruby was much younger than the others, I accompanied her, and I have to say that at the end of the first hour in the un-airconditioned gym I would have been happy to stop and rest. I wish I had, but instead I made the error of taking Ruby along the ten metre trampoline and lowering her into the large pit filled with sponge squares. The pit was full of kids floating on top of the squares and Ruby also skimmed along the surface, but it turned out that people who weighed as much as I did sunk like stones.
And the pit was so deep that I could not get my feet to the floor. I could get no traction against the foam sponges. It was like being trapped in quicksand. At one point my face was covered by two layers of material and I was actually beginning to think that I could die in there. The squares adhered to my body and it was almost impossible even to raise my arms to ward the foam off my face. What a humiliating way to go, sunk under the foam because I was too fat, unable to get out because I was too short. In the end it took two adults to haul me out of there. Seriously, the stuff was slightly sticky, made it hard to move but offered no traction. It was a horrible, horrible experience.
No doubt it looked really funny to the other parents. I even checked Youtube this morning but there was no sign of a video of a short, fat lady struggling feebly in a terrible pit of doom. At least, not one of me.
Somehow I am always the sort of person that things like this happen to.
(*) I suffered a small twinge when I compared it to Pearl’s birthday party which consisted of her running around the common area with some of her friends, eating some home-made cake and playing oranges and lemons. But then, she did seem perfectly happy, so I guess the end result was the same for both parties – happy children.
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