The Best Toddler Trampoline on the Market
I have a love/hate relationship with trampolines. I can still
remember the first time I got hurt on one. Sixth grade, Amy K’s
backyard. My knees buckled and slammed into my braces-filled mouth,
splitting my bottom lip. It wasn’t a catastrophic injury, but one that
produced enough blood to leave a bad taste in my mouth that day and,
well, forever.
Flash forward 15 years. My in-laws decided to buy a “safe” trampoline for the grandkids before my children were even born. At the time, I was openly against it.
“They’re so dangerous,” I said.
“But, it’s a lot safer than the trampolines of your day,” they argued.
And it looked to be — no springs, full net sides. But I had a nagging feeling. The injury I suffered had nothing to do with rusty springs and plummeting four feet off a tramp, it was the jumping itself.
Flash forward six years and, of course, bouncing on the trampoline is my kids’ favorite thing to do at their nana’s house. That trampoline that I loathed has provided hours upon hours of entertainment for all the grandkids, ages 3 to 13. Because of that, I reluctantly climbed off my high horse and buckled, so to speak.
I decided to stop resisting and let my kids bounce. I compartmentalized my fears and made myself believe nothing could go wrong with this built-in safety net. A few years of watching them happily bounce at nana’s and I fully boarded the trampoline train. I even took my toddlers to a trampoline park. Many times. We came, we climbed, we bounced, we giggled.
Then I read a Facebook post that sobered my cautiously growing trampoline love. One mom, Kait Ellen, bravely shared her family’s story on Facebook — and in doing so made all my childhood trampoline fears come rushing back.
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Flash forward 15 years. My in-laws decided to buy a “safe” trampoline for the grandkids before my children were even born. At the time, I was openly against it.
“They’re so dangerous,” I said.
“But, it’s a lot safer than the trampolines of your day,” they argued.
And it looked to be — no springs, full net sides. But I had a nagging feeling. The injury I suffered had nothing to do with rusty springs and plummeting four feet off a tramp, it was the jumping itself.
Flash forward six years and, of course, bouncing on the trampoline is my kids’ favorite thing to do at their nana’s house. That trampoline that I loathed has provided hours upon hours of entertainment for all the grandkids, ages 3 to 13. Because of that, I reluctantly climbed off my high horse and buckled, so to speak.
I decided to stop resisting and let my kids bounce. I compartmentalized my fears and made myself believe nothing could go wrong with this built-in safety net. A few years of watching them happily bounce at nana’s and I fully boarded the trampoline train. I even took my toddlers to a trampoline park. Many times. We came, we climbed, we bounced, we giggled.
Then I read a Facebook post that sobered my cautiously growing trampoline love. One mom, Kait Ellen, bravely shared her family’s story on Facebook — and in doing so made all my childhood trampoline fears come rushing back.
Read more from TrampolinePaul
Contact me at About.me
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