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Sometimes you'd get lucky and (with your shoes off (and socks on)) get to play games on top of the big parachute thing. Some people would wave it around on the edge still, while others played games on top, and you'd trade off, maybe by turns/adult instruction or maybe someone tapped you in. The tarp would go so high it could obscure your view even while you were on it, especially if people are crawling around as part of the game. It was like being on waves in the ocean, or tall grasses in the wind, and sometimes the names of the games would push your imagination in that direction. I hope I donโt need to explain the thrill of chasing people around or being chased in a big colorful shifting landscape.
When time was up, and hopefully no crybabies stopped the fun along the way, people would go back to the outside and get ready to do the big go-underneath thing by following the adult instructions. At this point, even if you remembered doing this last time, there was an expectation from your previous interactions that big parachute thing, after being lifted up, would inevitably come back down right away. Now theyโre telling you to lift on 3, quickly do under it, and sit on your edge, so your unconscious expectation is it will fall right down on you like a blanket. So you do it, and somehow almost nobody fucks it up, and youโre just sitting there in awe under a big colorful thing suspended in midair, the colored light filtering onto your face. You probably donโt fully understand what being tired is or why you felt that way a moment ago, but somehow you appreciate that in P.E. you finally have a moment of rest, and peace, everyone just sitting in a big rainbow cave an and enjoying the thing they all helped make happen.