Whatever bounces off of me: Trampoline
Tuesday, October 4th, 2011I decided that today’s entry should come directly from my trusty AP Stylebook (2011 edition), so I started thumbing through the pages, looking for something that would catch my eye and teach me something new.
Found it.
Trampoline! How fun is that? Well, it used to be a trademark but is now a generic term. Thanks, AP.
What else? I found out through minimal research that an early form of trampolining was performed by the Inuit up in the northern regions of Canada, Denmark, Russia and the United States (think boo-coldies). They would use a walrus skin to hoist the person high into the air, ensuring that the person would feel the cool wind rush through his or her hair. Ah, a great feeling for those living in the north. Yeah.
Later, circus performers passed around a story that the name trampoline came from du Trampolin, an artist who (according to Wikipedia, so take this with a proverbial grain of salt) “saw the possibility of using the trapeze safety net as a form of propulsion and landing device and experimented with different systems of suspension, eventually reducing the net to a practical size for separate performance.” No real evidence exists to prove this statement true, but it makes for a reasonable-sounding story, at least.

How fun is this bungee trampoline? Super-fun! (photo: http://www.flickr.com/photos/sercasey/2883732081/)
Nowadays, several companies make trampolines. They can be a great form of exercise, but they can be dangerous, as well. Take me, for example.
When I was maybe 7 years old, I went with my family to visit another family who owned a cabin and a lovely plot of land in Minnesota (mosquito-ridden Minnesota in the summer — that’s another story). They had a trampoline. Imagine my excitement seeing it, and then seeing my two big sisters and all the other kids jumping on that sucker. Super-fun times ahead, yes?
I got on, got used to jumping, then learned how to do some flips. Yes, super-fun times, indeed. I did flip after flip. Super-duper fun. Then I did another. Except instead of landing on my feet — I must’ve been getting tired — I landed on my eye. On the springs.
Yeah. Super-fun experience.
That was my first (and I think only) black eye.
But you know what? I do remember flinging my body upward through the air and how completely fun and freeing it was.
So be careful out there, bouncing around. Watch your landings. And have fun learning to fly, if only for a few seconds at a time.
Happy trails!
SAK






