So, in the moment, it seemed like a perfectly fine idea. In retrospect, it was horribly stupid. Technically, I wasn't the stupid one in this situation-- then again, it was what I did that cause it... Perhaps I'm more at fault then I've given myself credit for.
Everyone, I assume, knows what a trampoline is. On this amazing structure, without a net, we had fights. Kids from all across our neighbor hood would come over and duke it out on the trampoline and the first one to fall was the loser. I was the only girl who wanted to fight, and at that time, I was reigning campion-- obviously something to be proud of. 681Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ1BvKF9laN4
So, when a new kid in the neighborhood wanted to take me on, I bravely accepted that idea. Our only rules were no punching or kicking, no stomping on toes, and no slapping. The goal was to tackle, pin, or knock them off the trampoline entirely. I was good and using my momentum on the trampoline so that I could get someone off balance really easily, and from there, knocking them down wasn't a problem. However, this is where it all got out of hand one day. 681Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0hQSu98rV1
That new kid was unaware of the mechanics of a trampoline. He didn't quite understand that, when you're fighting, you try not to jump that much because you can get thrown off balance, or worse, get double bounced. A "double bounce" is when someone jumps just before the other, and it launches them into the air extremely high.
This new guy jumped.
I took my opportunity and bent my knees just enough to get my feet light, then I shoved all my weight back onto the trampoline. He landed right near the edge-- the perfect place for a double bounce-- and then he flew.
Normally, a double bounce is fun, it feels like you're flying, but when you have no idea what's happening, it gets a bit... out of control.
In the haste of trying to get back to the ground safely, he didn't notice he was bending himself right towards the edge of our yard where a 6'6'' foot fence stands. His back arched horribly and he landed smack in the middle of the fence. His feet dangling over into the neighbors yard.
Luckily, no permeant damage, and the only thing he said afterwards was that, "It didn't hurt, but I need to get home for dinner." It was 3:30. 681Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡd4JIOJhZFZ
So, I remained champion. Until 6th grade. Then all the boys in the neighborhood got a lot bigger and stronger. That neighbor never went on our trampoline again, though we did give him a nickname: Rabbit.
Where's the stupid in this? After finding out we could double bounce that high, we tried to double bounce people into the neighbors yard on a daily basis. Surprisingly, we did it successfully almost 50% of the time. We got really good at pulling out splinters that year.
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