While it was under renovation, we snuck into the elementary school we attended a decade earlier. We poked around, then left, stealing a box full of props for weird grade-school gym games: pins, odd-sized balls, a parachute.
In gym, the class would encircle the parachute, inflate it, and then sneak underneath. Sitting within the slowly-collapsing dome of synthetic fabric, the group would share a strange, comforting, fleeting moment before the chute deflated and we crawled out from under it.
Recalling this the next day, we returned the box and continued getting older.