This is the favorite activity in our island's block parties. The blow-up bouncy pens for the tons of kids that show up. The neighbor kids who moved away are now, well, very nearly hansom young men. They didn't want to miss out. It's strange that I used to swing them around by their ankles and now I have to look up to make eye contact. And that looks like a very neatly trimmed beard he's sporting. Oh, my goodness! How they've grown. But nobody's too old to get knocked around in the bouncy pen reserved for the rough stuff. A few adults braved the "fighting pen" for the teen boys and the girls who could handle it. I only sustained a finger jam as the ref, the instigator, and the one who it was most fun to take out. Our block parties are the best!