Trampoline, You Were Fun, Not Gonna Lie
I am not going to lie, our trampoline has literally provided hours and hours and hours of fun for my kids. Beau practices her cheer moves and Knight and Ann Marie have spent more time jumping on the tramp (insert joke here) than all of the toys I have purchased for them over their lifetime combined.
Of course, one of the more exciting and fun tricks to do on the tramp is to time your jump just right and send your buddies flying. Launching tiny bodies to unbelievable heights!
Someone is launched and lands just right, or maybe I should say the wrong way on their ankle and breaks it.
Ann Marie broke her ankle last week on the tramp, that bitch (not Ann Marie sillies, the Tramp). The first 2 days were terrible. She had a temporary splint on until the swelling went down. Not a happy camper. The hours of periodic crying people…. It was not good. Once she got the cast on she returned to activity and had a hole on the bottom of her cast on day 3. She is perfectly fine now.
Sadly, the Tramp era has ended for us. We debated for hours about getting rid of the best purchase we ever made. What are the chances of that happening again, really? Well, actually – A LOT. Check out this article, more than 1 million trampoline related ER visits between 2002 and 2011. Not to mention the cost of the injury. I haven’t got the bill yet but I already know I am not going to like paying for it.
We purchased the net and all the safety features to ensure our kids would not go sailing off on their head. But what I really did not know was how many small children fracture their ankles because of the fact their little bodies are not made to jump so high. The impact alone (as we found out) can snap their little bones.
Our next project – building a bubble wrapped house for the kids. OK, not really. But I cannot endure seeing Ann Marie or any of my kiddos writhing in pain ever again. I will avoid that one like the plague.