Trampoline

One Christmas, I wanted a trampoline extremley bad. My neighbor had one and we always would play on it. I knew all the tricks that you could do on a trampoline. I could do front flips, aerials, backflips, back handsprings, toe touches, and many other silly things that me and my friend would make up. It was a form of exercise that we never saw as exercise, but instead, pure fun and excitement. I literally could spend hours jumping on the trampoline. That year, I made sure my letter to Santa emphazied the "I WANT A TRAMPOLINE PLEASE" part. Sure enough, good-old Santa Clause followed through. The most gigantic present I had ever had was placed in the living room when I went down the stairs on Christmas Day- the box of my brand-spankin'-new trampoline. Later on that day, my dad set up the trampoline in the backyard. In my eyes, it was the best and the springiest trampoline ever. I loved that trampoline so much. The same trampoline still sits in our backyard. And though the net has torn, the legs have bent from storms, the rust has taken over the springs, and only my lightest brother is allowed on it, I still look at it and remember the joy and memories it possesses.

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