Thursday’s Journal Prompt: Have you ever shown the messy parts of yourself while out in public? How did it go? Did the experience teach you anything about when or to whom you can share your struggles?
Hi there!
When I was about 7 years old, my favorite thing to see in the gymnasium was the shiny gold parachute spread out on the floor.
I loved parachute days where the entire class lined up around the edge of the cloth and waved it up and down trying to bounce white wiffle balls through the hole in the middle of the parachute.
Even more than the popping balls, I love when we flung the parachute up as high as we could and then stepped inside pulling the edge down to the floor behind us.
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