We’re not sure if it’s because our parents love us, or because they want us to die, but the daddy-man bought us a trampoline for Christmas last year. Buying it was bad enough, but he had to build it with the help of some neighbors, so that was even worse.
If this was 1970 or 1980, it would be a done deal. It would just prove that you love your kids, but now there’s the whole “danger to kids” thing to bear in mind, but it’s really not all that bad.
Modern trampolines have pads around the edges, plus a massive net to keep you from getting to the edges in the first place. The net isn’t just a literal barrier, but a psychological one. You see it, you don’t want to hit it, so you keep clear of it.
We try to obey the rule of “no shoes on the trampoline,” since rocks stuck in shoes can destroy the bouncy surface, and we only do flips when there’s only one person on the tramp.
And Baby Max calls it a “trampo-yeen”, but he can be forgiven for that, though mostly because he’s just so darn cute. He’s like a baby tiger. Simply adorable, but we know he’s going to be dangerous as hell in a few years. Might just maul us to death, there’s no knowing.
Parental note here. Kids don’t get outside enough these days. The risk from a trampoline is low, with the common worst thing being a broken finger or nose. All things that heal quickly, but unlikely injuries in the first place. Kids are more likely to die in your car than on a trampoline. They’re more likely to die walking down the street. Let’s let our kids have some physical activity.
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Gallery Photos of Our Fun Time on the Trampoline
I also have a trampoline I let my kids jump on. Minor injuries only make them stronger. Major injuries with all the pads and nets are highly unlikely. Stats man, gotta understand ’em all.
Only one of four boys has ever had so much as a scratch, and it was a bloody nose. No lasting harm, but TONS of fitness for the kids, and they simply love it. I’ll accept that.