After the first of the year, I got a little trampoline to bounce on while watching TV. I love it.
But again, this is NOT the trampoline I want to jump on. I want to jump of a big trampoline. However, I’m doing this major goal clean-up (going to whittle it down to just a few that I’m focusing on). This one is relegated to the “done” pile.
If I mark it as give up, it’s difficult to get to my previous entries for those goals. And I don’t like that.
I came across a little trampoline at the sporting goods store. Yes, of course, I did get on it. Gave it a few bounces.
Not the trampoline I’m looking for, though.
It occurred to me the other day that if I would enjoy jumping on a trampoline so much, maybe I should save up and buy one.
First, I need to get a yard to have it in. Or, I guess it could be like “Josh” in the movie Big and have it in a loft apartment. Dang, don’t have a loft apartment either.
A few times in the past month I’ve walked next to homes that have a big trampoline set up in their yards.
I was somewhat tempted to run over and hop on it, but I don’t want to just jump a couple of times on it. I want to do the “Alice” moves from the Brady Bunch episode. She’d land on her bottom, she’d twist a 180, she really got some air. I’d have to get a few jumps just to get the momentum.
I wouldn’t want to trespass either.
...that my health club had one, and I was thinking in my dream, wow, it’s been right here all along!
Now I’m awake, and I know that it’s not true. Our health club doesn’t have one.
Funny thing about my dream: I didn’t jump on it. I was asking someone, what’s the deal, how do you get to use it? And then that was it.
This was one of the most enjoyable things to do in phys ed at school. But it seems like the trampoline was set up only a few times a year.
And then during college there was this rich friend of mine whose aunt had one at her house. I was there once and we had a blast on the trampoline. That memory is severely imprinted on my brain.