We had a trampoline when I was growing up, and I was a psycho on the thing. I'd jump out my parents' window and off their balcony when they weren't home, back flips, double front flips... If it was scary, I wanted to try it.
One day I botched a back flip and hurt myself. It was certainly not the worst injury I'd ever incurred, but it kept me from doing back flips for a week, which turned into a month, which turned into forever. The further removed I got from it, the more scared I got to try it again.
Come to think of it, the last time I ever jumped off the balcony was the time I bounced funny and landed on the handrail for the patio below... Hmmm...
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