We got it for H’s eleventh birthday ~ almost ten years ago now. It took over the back garden and was his place to unwind, bouncing high, bouncing low, chatting animatedly to friends on the phone, lying in the sun reading the hurling results in the paper, waving in at me in the kitchen, greeting friends, neighbours and strangers who happened to be walking down the pavement by the side of the house.
Three or four years ago it got a bit wobbly from the pounding of a 6ft+ tall seventeen-year old. It found new users, though. The two dogs dozed on it in high summer, keeping a watchful eye on the comings and goings both inside and outside the house. They sheltered beneath it when the rains came ~ a tight cuddle of black and white.
Puppy Stan thought it was a mountain until the day he finally forgot his fears and leaped up onto in a chase after a tennis ball. He chewed and chewed causing the tiny rip to expand like a flooded river.
This week the trampoline was finally dismantled. I think we all thought it would last forever and none of us have even one photograph of it in all its glory or even half its glory.
The garden seems huge now but within the new space you can feel the zest of spring ~ the spring of life.