Jenna LOVES to jump. I believe she was jumping before she was
walking – though she always had assistance.
I remember my mom watching my arms moving up and down at a rapid pace and
commenting that I might be going to fast.
“It isn’t me!” I would say, “Jenna’s the one who’s jumping”
When the library did a theme on superheroes and allowed the
children to make capes and personalize it with initials. We chose JJ for Jumping Jenna.
There was a trampoline in my mom’s yard and a trampoline in
Patrick’s yard. And Jenna thought that
was one of the coolest devices that she has ever enjoyed. She could bounce just like a ball. And her smile was always pure joy. Jenna loved the trampoline.
The trampoline that was in my mom’s yard had been purchased by mom and dad and Patrick. It was a gift to all of us – even though Patrick had paid I think half. The frame has seen many tarps and sets of springs over the years, as each of us spent countless hours as kids and then Patrick’s kids and then my own. I think the trampoline that was in Patrick’s yard had been purchased by all four of his kids – or at least the two oldest.
The trampoline that was in my mom’s yard had been purchased by mom and dad and Patrick. It was a gift to all of us – even though Patrick had paid I think half. The frame has seen many tarps and sets of springs over the years, as each of us spent countless hours as kids and then Patrick’s kids and then my own. I think the trampoline that was in Patrick’s yard had been purchased by all four of his kids – or at least the two oldest.
I would have loved to get Jenna her own trampoline after we
moved. The closest we came was a mini
trampoline that was given to us by a neighbor who had cleaned out her
garage. It soooo wasn’t the same. She could jump on the ground higher than she
could on the mini tramp. It was a ploy –
and not satisfying at all – though she did attempt to gratify her desires. The older she got, the less gratifying it became.
I would have loved putting that joyful smile on her face and set up a trampoline for her, but we couldn’t afford it. We had just lost our house. Heck, we couldn’t even afford a used pogo stick. She couldn’t enjoy the trampoline at my mom’s house because even though the frame still stood, the tarp had been removed. And we usually didn’t have the appropriate strength for setting it up ourselves.
After we put mom in assisted living and were getting ready to put
the house on the market, Patrick sent out a mass e-mail asking if any of us
would like the trampoline. I was so
happy to get Roland to agree that it would be a good idea for us to bring it to
our backyard to live. A human friend
would be much better, but a trampoline seems to be the next best thing. I just hope Jenna doesn’t become bored with
it.
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