The next morning we made one out of 1/2in HDPE pipe, taped it up with some gaffer, and had a short hoop session in my condominium's parking lot.
This was already a perfect day.
Later my father & his friend Agnis scooped me up, and took off for the family reunion. As I entered, familiar faces without names stared me down. Faces I haven't seen in years. Everybody looked so nice, so gussied up. And here's me, ripped jeans, high-tops, struck with anxiety and less coordinated due to the hula hoops resting on my shoulder.
My cousins grew up, succeeded, have amazing life goals (if not already accomplished). I couldn't tell you what they were in school for, as these are big words and I am tiny Micaela. Tiny Micaela who got to respond to "So are you in school?" with "I'm enrolling in Circus School".
How embarrassing. What everybody fears, clown college.
I couldn't be more excited, and they couldn't be more enthused.
Apparently my fathers side is open minded. Open minded enough to pick up a hoop and have fun. Including my aunt, who is a natural hula hooping queen (I shit you not, I not shit you).
Hayley, my younger cousin, fell in love. She had a hula hoop spinning around her almost the entire time we were playing around. She got to keep my hoop that I was desperate for just the previous night. Suppose it can be considered a trophy for beating our aunt at a hoop off.
So effortlessly they spun round and round waiting for the other to fail. As you can see, they're even in a lounge position. After a bit, they battled by trying to bump into each other & knock the others hoop down.
Guess hula hooping is in our family's blood?
This was a perfect day.
I love the photo of myself and most of the girl cousins.
This is a perfect picture, on a perfect day.