My parents were kind of over protective people. Me and my sister had to play in the backyard all the time. They bought us bikes for Christmas but wouldn't let us ride in the street we had to ride in the backyard. Another Christmas my dad got me a basketball hoop and put it in the middle of the lawn! You can't dribble on grass.
Like every aspect of cancer I've weathered thus far today's experience was not at all demoralizing expensive or humiliating. No it was just plain fun.