Just before the storms rolled through Saturday evening, I looked outside my back door to see the crayon-shaped and colored bounce park, full of happy kids. Off to the side was another group of kids, taking turns whacking a pinata. Its evasive actions were being controlled by a dad holding the cord, adjusting the pinata's height to suit each little basher. The crowd seemed equally divided between parents and kids, with the adults ringed around tables, watching as their kids had all the fun. And then the rain came.
Nope, the castle didn't get tilted by the wind, but pinata needs a tilde. Please, imagine it.
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