Christmas 1985 our dear trampoline came to reside with us. Many happy bounces have ensued since the first jump took place in early 1986. Everyone has taken a turn or two hundred on it. Some patrons even had sleep-overs, tumbles, fly-offs and more, fortunately resulting in minor damages.
When the grandkids came to visit this summer, it was the popular hangout. ‘Take turns’ we shouted over and over to them, when the smallest ones couldn’t handle the momentum. Occasionally an adult would climb on, delighting the little ones. Their powerful jumps would send all the rest flying high. ‘Dead Man, Dead Man’ was an oft played game, as each in turn tried to find others to tag out. Neighbors commented hearing happy voices spilling over from our back yard. The grass was greener under the tramp do to the many water games played.
No one knows who has jumped the highest. Jory is probably a contender for first place; although everyone who has bounced skyward via the trampoline, feels they are soaring to heaven. What is it that these round, spring laden contraptions do to us the minute we step onto them? Instant childhood returns as our lungs inhale the fresh rushing air, bringing a smile to our faces.
Here is an invitation: ‘Same time, same place next year to all the bouncing boys and girls.’
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