giant trampoline

My parents have a giant trampoline. That was the greatest thing to have growing up. I remember in Michigan when we would make up dance routines to Paula Abdul songs on it. That trampoline was where I premiered my talent of breaking limbs. Back in California we used to have sleep-overs out on the giant trampoline. It was perfect because it fit a ton of people, you could stay up late talking and staring at the stars, plus if you wanted to sneak out to go TP-ing, you were already out! The only draw back was when you woke up in the morning, you had all slid to the middle and were dog-piled in the center. 

Today my forever long friend Sarah and her two kids came over to visit. Cadence took an immediate liking to the giant trampoline. She jumped until her hair looked like she had stick her tinger in a electrical socket. We tried to coach her to do more then jump. We got her to jump and land on her butt, but could not get her to understand landing on her butt and standing up again. Sarah, being a good Mom, got on to demonstrate while little Frank Kolu watched the show. The demo quickly degenerated into Mom bouncing and Cade enjoying the fruits of her Mom's labor. 

I forgot how much fun we had as kids on that thing until today. I was fun to see Cade and her pure enjoyment on discovering the new toy. And it was great to have Sarah and her super cute little ones come over to hang out. Thanks for stopping by Byoods.