We had Baliboo day in camp.
Some staff members thought it would be fun if we organized a few games ourselves.
It was fun.
I participated in Jumbo. And I won. The rope was above my waist, and I’m extremely high-waisted and not short.
I’m still on a high.
I’m still reveling in the glory.
I am so proud of myself for winning.
Besides for the great adrenaline rush of jumping, making it, measuring up the competition, telling the little kids watching in awe to get out of the way, picking up your skirt way too high, running to get pants before the vaad hatznius chastises me, holding back a derisive laugh when someone falls spectacularly…I haven’t played sports in two years…and I’m still good.
How’s that for an ego boost.
It’s a part of me that I thought was over once I was no longer a camper. And HELLO, I’m still alive and kicking.
I won. I won. I won. I won. I won. I won. I won. I won. I won. I won. I won. I won.
Who should I gloat to next?