Not just a blast from the past
When I was six and my brother three, my Dad surprised us one holiday with a trampoline. As a child, my parents’ rules about trampoline jumping were simple but firm. No more than four children jumping at a time, and when performing stunts, like front and back flips, everyone except “the performer” sat on the blue mat covering the springs. These were back in the days before safety nets, so if a child requested “spotting” we’d spread our own bodies around the edge of the trampoline as a human shield. My mother couldn’t see the trampoline in the backyard from her position in the kitchen or the upstairs of our house, so we were expected to behave. Mostly, we did.