Monday, 09 May 2005 | Tramp

Whenever I jump on a trampoline (once a year or so), I rediscover that I can do most of the tricks I used to be able to perform, but that my body is no longer filled with helium, like it was when I was a kid. Also, I start panting after ten bounces and I can't afford to concentrate on grace, because the majority of my attention is spent on execution.

Naturally, I'm relieved when I confirm I can still fling myself around without too much difficulty or fear. (Anyway, I tend to worry more about my body eventually refusing to cooperate out of stubborn oldness, than I do about breaking my neck.)

Yesterday I had the rare opportunity to jump on a friendly stranger's trampoline, in a suburb of Albany. Here's a little movie of it.