He flies through the air with the grace of a tree

Off juggling again tonight. Rather distressingly the issue of age cropped up when it was revealed that it was the birthday of one young gentleman. He'd turned thirteen that day. Everyone sung "Happy Birthday" to him and he looked suitably embarrassed and blushed, as newly minted teenagers are wont to do. A short while later my worst fears were confirmed when I discovered that I was the oldest person in the room, and indeed the only person in their thirties. It wouldn't have mattered quite so much if I'd actually been any good, but, acutely aware of my limitations as ever, I knew that my meagre skills paled next to those around me. Still, it's by no means a bad thing - there's plenty I can learn from them, after all, and my skills are slowly, but visibly, improving.

At the end of the night, someone pulled out a large mat from the back of the room. It was the sort of thick padded mat that you might recall taking a long run up to and then somersaulting on to in school. People proceeded to take long runs up to it, and then somersaulted onto it. I couldn't resist joining in. I may not have made the most graceful of landings, but, by golly, it was every bit as much fun now as I remember it being at school. It's one of those things people sadly grow out of, and then dismiss as being "just for kids" in their later years. It's not true! It's not just for kids - it's for everyone. Everyone should have the chance to perform somersaults onto padded mats.

The world would be a much better place for it I should think...