I have a hundred memories associated with this trampoline. Break the egg, hop from blue corner to blue corner, back flips, front flips, being bounced high by my uncles, the dirt that would collect in the middle of the trampoline and jump up in the air with you, running to the trampoline with wet feet and sliding around, the feel on my feet, the smell in the air, the view of the garden, the hot sun....
It has a big rip in it now, but my kids still get some use out of it. Rebecca calls it the "jumper."
I'm sure all my cousins have similar memories of this trampoline. My grandpa was always one to create fun things for the kids to do and this was one of those fun things. Thanks, Grandpa, for the great times.
December 1985
June 2009
2 comments:
Oh, yay! I love trampolines!
How are you adjusting to Bishop's wife life?
oh yeah, those fun summer days at Grandma and Grandpas. Those were the times! We all had such a good time there it was a children's paradise!
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