What I was doing wasn’t safe and I knew it, which I’m sure accounted for most of its appeal to the nineteen-year-old me.
The iron frame and metal springs of the trampoline groaned under the weight of my descent as I pushed as hard as I could against the canvas webbing—catapulting myself back into weightless space as I attempted to go even higher.
My goal …
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