It sure was fun while it lasted. The jumping. The playing. The squeals of
Until that fateful November morn. When the trees were swaying. The leaves were skittering. And the wind was whipping ferociously and violently.
A loud THUMP WHUMP CRASH was heard from our sunroom. We all sprang to look.
So RIP, family trampoline. You will be gone (in the spring) but not forgotten (because we will probably just replace you with a new one).
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