Our trampoline, a gift given to us seven years ago by the Hubby’s parents for Christmas, is dead.
In the past seven years it has been used at least once a day by the kids. In the Winter, as long as there isn’t snow, they’re on the trampoline in their coats, hats and mittens. In the Summer, they’re on it in their swimsuits with a sprinkler on underneath. In the Spring, they’re sweeping the pollen off before jumping. In the Fall they’re raking of leaves. It doesn’t matter what season it is, the trampoline is the number one favorite toy of the Lee kids.
This past year it has become Owlie’s go to bonding time with his siblings. As soon as they walk in the door from school the first words out of the wee boy’s mouth are “Wanna jump with me?” How can they say no?
He can even get his Daddy out there with him. They laugh and jump until it gets dark. Unfortunately, this momma can’t jump or she’ll pee her pants. But I love to watch people jump and take pictures of people jumping.
The springs on this “jumpoline” have finally called it quits. We have another trampoline coming in the mail. The kids are going crazy without it.
I’m curious (because I know this is a polarizing topic) how you feel about trampolines. Did you have one growing up? Do you have one now?