When I was a kid, my first set of stitches came from a trampoline. I was in second or third grade and I was with a friend. This was one of those old school trampolines back in the 80s - big, black and encircled by a metal pole that screamed "bang into me and break a bone." I may not have broken a bone but in a random moment of "I am awesome," I … [Read more...]

I swore we'd never get a trampoline. Never, ever, ever. This is what happens when you have an ER doc and a Neurosurgeon in the family. Your kids wear helmets when they ride bikes, you look askance at sneakers with wheels and you swear off backyard trampolines. But then I heard about Springfree Trampolines and one by one my objections were … [Read more...]