Mummy brought me to tumble in these small balls before, but I didn’t really like them. The immense quantity. Two I can handle with finesse, four easily, six pretty fun. But a whole tub of them, no no. Maybe they appear larger than life because I was still a puny baby with lotus roots arms.
I must have grown up because they seem smaller even though they are so many of them. And they make such wonderful cushions for falling onto! I grew more and more confident as I lunged into them from further distances!
More balls please?