Here it is!
So, a little backstory on my trampoline: this was one of my best friends growing up. I have a lot of good memories of me and my best friend on my trampoline, making up dance routines to song from Shrek and Comin' to America. So, naturally, when I needed to get to my fantasy world, my trampoline was my first go to place.
Nessa, in her natural habitat.
The trampoline I'm sitting on is actually the third in a line of trampolines I got within years of each other. I first broke our oldest trampoline after having it for about 13 years. We bought a cheap one at Wal-Mart to replace it. That was a mistake. The frame rusted and broke. Clearly, they hadn't counted on a serious jumper like myself. Truth is, I don't actually jump; I bounce. I walk around the edge, unconciously bouncing harder the more intense my thoughts get. So, my loving uncle who lives in Alabama donated his old, hexagon trampoline to our backyard! I was happy! This time, the frame couldn't rust away. But the springs and the thick thread binding them to the mat were weak. A whole side was missing its springs, but I still jumped on it anyways.
Me, contemplating life. Also, me without make-up. You guys should feel proud.
Finally, on my 16th birthday, I was graced with a brand new trampoline, sturdy frame, and nicely sewn mat. I had never been happier. Forget about driver's lisence, I could back to my fantasy world!
I have often considered my trampoline the portal to my fantasies. And if I could just jump high enough, I would slip between the barrier between this world and my own. But gravity always brought me back down, so I took another step, hoping this time, I'd break through. Being up at college, there is a severe lack of trampolines, and thus, a severe lack of me being in my own head. I can tap into my fantasy world pretty much anywhere, but the clarity is best when I'm on my trampoline.
I was trying to get one of me in mid-air, but, this works well, too..
I have enabled myself to be able to jump in almost any weather. That includes scorching hot summer afternoons, and, after clearing away the ice and snow, barefoot in winter. Why do I do this to myself? One, its excercise; two, I love it. I love my fantasy world. I love the connection and the freedom of thought that happens there. I don't know why it's here, and only here, that I'm able to think so fluidly. Maybe it's the perfect blend of motion and thought, simple enough that I can easily get lost in my thoughts, while still keeping somewhat grounded in reality.
This is how hard I am on my trampoline. :( I'm a trampoline killer.
As it's been four years, my trampoline has seen better days. As from the picture above, you can tell that the mat is slowly being ripped away from the edge. And...
The first spring is gone.. I still have it somewhere
Yeah, my trampoline is a little worse for wear. Funny story, actually, last year, on December first, there was a huge windstorm in my hometown. The one thing I was worried about was my trampoline. Had it flown into someone's house? My house? Was it lost, and ruined beyond all repair? Nope, it was all safe. And that was a huge relief to me. Never mind that our siding got ripped off like a sardine tin, my trampoline was safe.
See those black marks on my toes? That's a sign of a good jump.
So, I want to know, readers, what's your inspiration spot? Where do you go to get that access to your mind? What's your mind-portal?
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