The Day I Flew on a Trampoline
The Day I Flew on a Trampoline It was one of those crazy, windy days in Germany, about seven years back. I can still picture it like it was just yesterday. The wind was howling so fiercely that it felt like the trees might just take off into the sky. Our garden was getting completely battered, and the trampoline was among the things in danger of flying away. This wasn’t just any old trampoline—it was the one from my childhood. That day, the wind was so powerful that it actually started lifting it off the ground. My dad dashed outside, bricks in hand, trying to weigh it down before it could escape completely. Eager to help, I grabbed a brick and ran out to join him. But the wind was so strong that it was actually pushing me around. I could hardly keep my balance. Then, in a moment of what I can only describe as sheer brilliance (or maybe just pure craziness), I thought, “If I hop on the trampoline, it won’t fly away.” Spoiler alert: it totally did fly away. ...