Creative Writing: The Trampoline

People always told me my parents loved me. But I couldn’t tell, seeing as every kid in our suburb had a trampoline and I didn’t. Trampolines and pools were quite possibly just social status symbols for parents to prop up in their backyards as a way to simultaneously say to other parents in the neighborhood, “look I have things.” But that didn’t mean anything to me when I was nine years old. When I was nine, I wanted a trampoline.
During the summer months all the kids in the subdivision would go to jump on Jordan’s trampoline. Jordan lived right across from my house and I could see his backyard from my window. He’d wave me over and we’d jump in the scorching summer heat. Other kids like my friend Jimmy and his friend Tyler would come over as well. And sometimes, Nick would come over. None of us liked …show more content…
And as his body flew down, closer to the trampoline, he couldn’t make the full rotation and went head and neck first into the springs on the outer edges of the trampoline. He looked like a rodent being grabbed and wriggled around by a hunter in horrific disbelief. “Jesus fucks!” Jordan yelled at the top of his lungs as we all got off the trampoline and went to the edge to help get Nicks neck out of the springs. He slid right out and started crying. “You okay, did you break your neck?” I asked him as he slowly stood up, tears pouring down his cheeks, as he shakily said, “I’m f-f-finne”, before running off in the direction of his …show more content…
In the end, I never had another opportunity to outdo my friends in a trampoline trick game, so I never had the opportunity to break my neck or any other bones. Maybe my parents did love