This year, we bought a trampoline for our kids for their birthdays. This is the trampoline today.
True Story. A few weeks ago, we went out of town for the weekend. Upon return, my husband asks, "where's our trampoline?"
"Our trampoline? What do you mean, 'where's our trampoline'?"
Here's our trampoline. In our neighbors yard. Over the fence.
Our little town is known for it's wind gusts. Apparently the wind gusts on this said weekend were some of the strongest we've had. Strong enough to blow our trampoline over the fence into our neighbor's yard.
Happy Birthday kids.
You're growing up in a town living up to its name.
7 comments:
My jaw is hanging. That is some serious wind! Maybe it was better that you weren't home when it happened . . . . Are you getting a new one?
yep! that sure does happen around here. to bad its not fixable.
yikes!! that is so crazy! were your kids so sad? good thing it didn't land on anyone.
I am just glad to say that we were gone on that weekend too. It stinks that the metal is bent and such a wreck. :(
Oh, we have trampoline stories to tell also! Ours involves Christmas Eve and Santas Elves, yes indeed. Let's just say, I know how you feel ;D
that stinks!
what a bummer. glad no one was hurt though!!!
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