just resently i aquired a new toy. Our neighbor's trampoline. They were naughty and didn't pay rent so they got the boot...after buying a trampoline. luckly, the guy who owns the house didn't want the trampoline so we popped it over a six-foot fence into our yard (funny story for another time). my childhood dream of having a trampoline finally came true, when i turn 15.
There is a small group of us (Maddi, kristin, and feffie) who LIVE for my trampoline. Whenever they come over we just stay outside with Abbey and hang out on my trampoline. it is THE place to be. Now, we don't get jump for fun we jump to lose weight, build muscle, and to heal our hearts. It's like the sisterhood of the traveling pants, only its not pants and it doesn't travel!
Today, feffie aka Steph, was having a bad day with her new horse. So, after wandering around a tack shop, she came to my house, with kristin and the trampoline. five hours later, she is quite happier.
This trampoline isn't just any trampoline. IT IS GHETTO. There are holes in one side, an area is stretched out b/c the fat kid used to sit there, and it sort of shakes when you jump on it. These are known as The Ghetto End, The Fat Kid Spot, and "Ohmygoditsshaking". What may seem as safety hazards to others are just simply things that give it "character" to us.
Love to the trampoline.
you know you want my trampoline,
xoxo
Alyssa
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