Jumbo Jump Adventures

I looked down, closed my eyes, took a deep breath - and jumped. A scream escaped my lips before I could stop it, my arms flailing as I plunged toward the green cube filled with air (because that’s exactly what it was). With a soft thunk, I landed in a heap, my abaya flying open from the force of the jump. Somehow, I managed to get up and off the cube, laughing to match the laughter on my friend’s face.

It was a day at Jumbo Jump, where I went with a friend, her two kids, my two kids and my dear husband. For some reason, every time I took a slide or made another jump like before, I couldn’t help but scream — a scream of pure exhilaration, fear, and joy all mixed together. It was hilarious for the onlookers and admittedly embarrassing for me, but no matter how hard I tried, I just couldn’t contain it.

Overall, the day was an exciting adventure - filled with laughter, heart-to-heart talks, and far too many screams. And honestly? I’d do it all over again.