I made a promise to my daughter over a year ago… Let me take down and sell the play structure out back and I will replace it with a death trap (aka – a trampoline). She’s called me on my lack of follow through several times, and with today being the last day of school and the “I’m bored!”s already in full swing, my ability to dodge her relentless request has faltered. I ordered the death trap. It is set to arrive today.
I have always loved jumping on trampolines. Since having kids, it’s not quite a fun as it used to be, but I’ll still get on one just about anytime the chance arises. I also spent most of my childhood with at least one friend in a cast of some sort at any given time. Broken arms, broken ankles, fractured wrists… all the results of a little rough housing on the trampoline. We didn’t have those crazy net/cage things like you can buy now. No, we spent our afternoons trying our best to bounce each other off the things and out into the yard. For us, it wasn’t a death trap, but rather an instant rush.
Fast forward to my parenting days, and all I see when I look at a trampoline (at least where my kids are involved) is a trip to the ER for potential broken bones or head trauma. Needless to say, our trampoline – when it lands tomorrow – will be complete with a net. A very, very strong net. As rough as my kids can be on solid ground, I think a netless trampoline would send us to the hospital within a day. The netted version may still as well. My kids could turn a padded room into a death trap. I’m pretty sure the net will simply add to the cage fighting aspect of their relationship. Perhaps I could rent it out to the other parents in our neighborhood.
What’s your take on trampolines? Are they a safety concern for you or not? Do your kids have one? I hope my kids make some amazing memories on their new death trap, that’s assuming they leave me alone long enough to assemble it.