trampoline. I have spent two hours over the last two days on it.
My grandson Sam has few things he truly enjoys. One of them is
jumping on the trampoline. Lately he has been wanting someone to jump
with him.
I am torn. I hate trampolines, but love my grandson. It didn't take
long to make that decision. I am glad no one sees me out there.
The only maneuver I have mastered is plopping backward on my fanny and
then jumping back up. To be totally honest, I end up on my backside
more often than I bounce to my feet. Don't laugh. Those goofy moves
are burning calories.
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