A picture of me on my trampoline about 8 years ago or so. It kind of shows how active and tired I was, doesn’t it? I think my sister Carson was the one who took this picture. Anyway, it was when we still had the trampoline; I always loved to jump on it. Almost everyday, whether it was after school or in the weekend, when it was good weather, I would always run out to the backyard and begin jumping on the trampoline. I always did regular jumps; never acrobatics or fancy tricks. Just plain jumping. Sometimes, Carson would come to join me or the other way around. But in this picture, I had thought that I fell flat on my stomach from one of my jumps until my sister told me that I was sleeping on the trampoline. She apparently came outside to check up on me and found me napping on the trampoline. I can’t remember how or why I was asleep on the trampoline, but I guess I was just tired that day and burned out on the trampoline. And about the trampoline, just several years later when I was in my junior year, my family gave away the trampoline to our next-door neighbors. It was getting old and worn, not mention that we stopped using, so we had to ‘donate’ it.