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bouncing

I just finished bouncing with the family on our trampoline. I always forget how much fun it is until I go flying through the air again, screaming, laughing, and enjoying the time with my children. Thank goodness we purchased the surrounding net, or this mom would have been dead long ago. (Or at least VERY injured.) Every time Dennis bounces very close to me, I involuntarily scream because I know I could very easily loose my balance and take a plunge, which I do quite often, but it still scares me. I remember bouncing on trampolines as a kid and going much higher, but I guess my age has made me more cautious. Of course, I was not that risky of a child anyway, so cautious is probably more of a description of my whole life, but I know I would do tricks while jumping back then, but for now...just to jump is good enough "fun" for me.

I shall leave you with a poem of the joys of a trampoline:

"The Magic Trampoline"

A kid on a trampoline,
All day long to jump and scream
Oh what fun to run and jump ,
Flying higher with each bump .
Inhibitions in a bin ,
Pumping with adrenalin,
I'll break the news to you all ,
Up you go and then free fall .
I went up and I came down .
I touched the sky ,off the ground ,
I saw things not many see
Like a cat up in a tree ,
I had this agility
To land oh so purr-fectly
The soar again with a scream ,
On a magic trampoline .
Its sad but I must announce,
Time to go
So ends the bounce .


By Paul McCann