Friday, May 14, 2010
Me and Josh and Trampolines
I've been friends with Josh since he arrived at my middle school. He moved from Pennsylvania to Dallas Center. He called pop, soda. He ate crunchy granola bars. I will never forget that. He wonders how I remember, cuz it was weird. That's how I remember. I had only known people to eat chewy granola bars. Nature Valley was not in my world.
We were dorks. We used to ride our bikes around DC and look for people with trampolines in their back yard. If we saw anyone with a trampoline we would knock on their door (this is so bizarre to even think we did this now) and ask them if we could jump on their trampoline. No one would EVER let us! Bastards. So one time we decided to just jump without asking. We didn't think a guy was home and we parked our bikes IN HIS DRIVEWAY (we were old enough to realize this wasn't sneaky) and we starting jumping on his trampoline. We were having a ball. This is all we had ever wanted. Then the man that lived there came home...
Josh was fast. He got off the trampoline really quick and rode off on his bike. Not me. I was there, left to contend with this jerk that didn't want us jumping on his trampoline without permission. The nerve of some people! So I get off of his trampoline and try to get to my bike and he's yelling at me about jumping on his trampoline. I was shaking, but didn't say a word. Just let him be angry and I rode away.
Then Josh's family got a trampoline. We were pretty pumped. We were into it...for a couple days. I guess we were just in it for the thrill of the hunt.