The neighbors rented some sort of blow up jumpy castle contraption for what I guess was a birthday party yesterday afternoon. Though I can't see it, I can hear it. Children have been screaming three backyards over for over 26 hours with only a short break to go inside for the sleeping part of the sleep-over. I think it must have been a 48 hour rental, because although sounds have died down a bit, there are certain indications that children are still jumping.
Our yard in Tokyo would never have accommodated the kind of jumping toy our neighbors have rented. I do remember sleep-over camping in our small yard in Tokyo, though. We had more yard than many of our friends, even though our tent took up half the grassy space. In fact, most of my friends had no yard at all. Dad helped set up the tent in the afternoon, and one or two friends and I climbed in through the zippered entrance at dusk with flashlights to ward off the monsters until morning. I was never really afraid of the Japanese monsters. They never looked real to me, with their two little horns sticking out of the top of their heads and blue and red skin like someone had colored them with a crayon.
Before we got in the tent, our friends marveled at the weenie roast and precious marshmallows Mom had to go all the way to downtown Tokyo's Kinokuniya to purchase and carry home on the train. Behind our cinder block wall in Mitaka, Tokyo, in our tiny little yard, we spent an exciting night with nature, even though the only wildlife we encountered up close were mosquitoes and the screaming sounds of cicadas.