Lucy and Max went on the giant castle first - the biggest bounce-house there. They both hesitated at the top for a few minutes before sliding down. Something they probably should have worked up to. For a while after, Lucy would only go down on her stomach.
But then I convinced her to go back to the castle, telling her that it wouldn't seem so bad anymore now that she had done all the others. 
Most times, Max and Logan were a blur, because they didn't hesitate at all.
I only ever got clear pictures of them climbing or their triumphant grins at the bottom when the slide was complete. 
The kid's paused their bounciness to play a few rounds of hockey with dad.
Logan is a natural stick-handler. 
He loved it. Max kept putting himself in the penalty box. He kept saying, "I did a penalty". Then he'd blow the whistle on the end of his stick to allow himself back into the game. 
After two hours we were exhausted (We being mom and dad because Max could have gone forever, I'm sure).
We will definitely be doing THAT again.
Apparently it did tire Max out...I just found him like this:
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