What I learned today was that I got mad hops. Gram and Grampa put up this jumpy contraption that's bracketed underneath their door frame. It's got bungee cords, and it's designed to support me while I jump to the skies and back down again and back to the skies.
I felt like I could fly.
It's not like I want to be the next Michael Jordan. That's asking too much.
I just want to be the next Blake Griffin.
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