I worked in my old elementary school today. I have been there many times over the years, but never back to the gym until today. Been maybe 40 years since I was in that room. The memories come back – nostalgia is easy when it really has not changed. I loved climbing that cargo net, the ropes not as much, and I hated the square dancing on that floor, 80s style torture. The only difference is that it has shrunk, I’m not sure how, but it was much bigger when I was a kid.
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