David Grange was the kid in my neighborhood who had a trampoline. He was the resident rock star. Everyone wanted to hang out at his house all the time. I can still smell the scent of his mom cooking dinner as we jumped happily in the backyard.
"Anyone staying for dinner?", David's mom would ask.
"No, thanks," we shouted back. We all knew it was time to head home, the evening sky was darkening above our bouncing heads.
"See you tomorrow" I would say. "Yeah, same bat time, same bat channel," Dave would shout as we walked away.
When I was a child, having a trampoline and a canopy bed in my room were the two things I coveted most. Every year I'd hope it was the year my parents would say that they'd agreed to get me a trampoline, but to no avail. So it was no surprise that when I moved to the suburbs and had a family of my own, one of the first "must-buy" items for our house was a trampoline. Isn't that one of the perks of being a parent? You get to live out your childhood dreams through your own kids? Except my husband didn't think a trampoline was a good idea. He's always the more conservative one of our twosome...
"blah, blah, blah... dangerous... blah, blah, blah, stitches... blah, blah, blah... we're liable."
I knew this one was going to take a while so I started laying the foundation early. Telling stories about my childhood and David Grange's famous backyard bouncing parties so that when my twins turned five and were headed off to Kindergarten he was ripe for my asking,
"Do you think we're ready for a trampoline yet?" My question was greeted with a stern, "nope!" So one year later I asked again.
"Do you think we're ready for a trampoline yet?" Again, a stern, "nope!" I continued this game until they were ten-years old and trampolines were popping up all over town and the begging (from my kids and from me) became too much to endure...
"We're getting the kids a trampoline for their tenth birthday," I firmly stated during one of our "date nights."
"We are?" He stared back to me.
"Yes, I'm telling you honey, this trampoline is going to change our lives, you watch. It's going to get the kids outside more, it's going to be something that the two of them (being boy and girl twins) can do together and it's going to get them moving their bodies instead of watching TV or on some digital gadget."
It was the last point I think that got him. The kids' recent obsession with Instagram had really gotten to him.
"Interesting point you raise oh dear wife," he stated.
That was it. He'd given me his small seal of approval and the next day I ordered the trampoline. It arrived on the day of their actual birthday, which was really exciting. That afternoon, I picked them up from school, I lowered all the shades that looked out to the backyard and before I could even say "who wants a snack," my daughter was shouting,"What's the in the backyard?"
From that moment on it was a dizzying array of shrieks and hollers. The kids climbed the ladder like clever little monkeys and the bouncing began. Now, one year later, as their birthdays nearly approach I look back at that day fondly and give myself a high five.
"We did it," I say to myself, "we finally got a trampoline."
So dear reader, follow my lead and live out one of your childhood "wishes" whether it be a trampoline, a canopy bed or eating Cool Whip straight from the tub, it's sure to bring you endless joy and cherished memories. And as my son now so fondly says as his friends leave our backyard bouncing parties, "See you soon. Same bat time, same bat channel!" [author] [author_image timthumb='on']#[/author_image] [author_info]
Laurie Wolk is a Senior Sales Director at House Party. She lives in Larchmont, New York with her husband, eleven-year old boy/girl twins, seven-year old daughter and her dog Revis (yes, he's named after the football player on the Jets). She loves running by the water with her favorite pooch, pillow fights in her PJ's and a rousing game of Scattergories!
Laurie's party tip: Have fun and enjoy yourself! Your guests will look to you to set the tone for the party. Even if you don't feel relaxed, fake it...you'll be glad you did. [/author_info] [/author]
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