The memories I have had from my cousins’ old house have
become a jumbled, joyful mess. One of the first things to note is that there
was a trampoline in their back garden. This was, at the age of eight, the source of all my envy. I have a vivid memory of my cousin, Mike (older), Maya
(younger), and I (youngest) were putting together a routine. We'd jump off the
shed onto the trampoline; we each did different types of jumps. Mike went first
and his jump (at the time) was very impressive, then Maya jumped and it went
well. My jump was some kind of a dry cannon ball, which, upon impact of the
land, resulted in me kneeing myself in the face.
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