Why have I stopped jumping for joy? As a kid I was always joyous, especially at Halloween. Adults would place small unwanted pets in my trick or treat bag. Also a hamster, roach, spider and entire ant colonies. A baby chick. Once, a cactus. OUCH!
I jumped for joy when I saw my muscles were bigger than Sandra's and I had more leg hair, although it was close.
It wasn't until I was older that I realized giving was better than getting. So I impart my charm, wisdom and knowledge to others and watch their faces light up. As a senior I enjoy hearing my neck crack and peeing straight. I jumped for joy, but forgot to zip up first and almost knocked myself out from my weenie impact
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