Now one would think that tumbling off of a trampoline track and into a squishy mat would be safe enough…wrong. I guess freak accidents just happen to random people at random times. Saturday, April twenty-eighth, will be a day that I never forget. On that particular day, I happened to be at tumbling class, tumbling off of the trampoline track and into the squishy blue mat. Before I even take off, my stomach drops, I can almost feel the color drain out of me, and I can see the sweat dripping off of my forehead. I had no idea why I felt this way, but I now know that it was a sign. A sign that was telling me to stop while I was ahead, go no further, do not tumble off of this trampoline. But being the stubborn teenager that I was, I decided to go ahead and try to “pull off” the stunt. As soon as my toes hit the mat, an ear-piercing popping sound fills the gym. I am lying down, staring at the rafters, sweating uncontrollably, unable to lift my body (the waist and up) into the air to see what had happened. I hear muffled voices saying, “Poor girl,” “I bet that hurt,” and “come one sweetie, let us go to the other room.” I can feel my body heat escaping my numb limbs. The only noise I can hear clearly is my heart throbbing rapidly. My vision turns blurry quickly, and then returns to clear. I can only sketch out a figure of a woman, but I know it was
Now one would think that tumbling off of a trampoline track and into a squishy mat would be safe enough…wrong. I guess freak accidents just happen to random people at random times. Saturday, April twenty-eighth, will be a day that I never forget. On that particular day, I happened to be at tumbling class, tumbling off of the trampoline track and into the squishy blue mat. Before I even take off, my stomach drops, I can almost feel the color drain out of me, and I can see the sweat dripping off of my forehead. I had no idea why I felt this way, but I now know that it was a sign. A sign that was telling me to stop while I was ahead, go no further, do not tumble off of this trampoline. But being the stubborn teenager that I was, I decided to go ahead and try to “pull off” the stunt. As soon as my toes hit the mat, an ear-piercing popping sound fills the gym. I am lying down, staring at the rafters, sweating uncontrollably, unable to lift my body (the waist and up) into the air to see what had happened. I hear muffled voices saying, “Poor girl,” “I bet that hurt,” and “come one sweetie, let us go to the other room.” I can feel my body heat escaping my numb limbs. The only noise I can hear clearly is my heart throbbing rapidly. My vision turns blurry quickly, and then returns to clear. I can only sketch out a figure of a woman, but I know it was