Trampoline Karma +


As kids, my sister and I loved to jump on our trampoline.  We would always try to coax my mom into jumping with us.  This was only partially because we loved her and wanted to spend time with her.  Our main reason was because we were/are part evil and knew she would pee her pants, and that shit was funny.  Oh how we would laugh as we double bounced her into incontinence.
Never did I think this would come back to get me.
Now I'm grown up and have my own kids.  Four children that were born into this world weighing in at 9.8, 9.14, 6.10 and 7.5.  And although they did some damage at the time, I feel I have bounced back rather well.  Little did I know that bitch Karma was just waiting for the right moment to pounce.  Or bounce as it was.
Not long ago we went ahead and made the jump into trampoline ownership.  The twins were still a little young at two but we went ahead and made the leap.  Sorry, I can't stop.
The kids had been enjoying their new toy for weeks when the giggling shouts of invitation called my name.  It all came back to me like I was thirteen and we were having a brilliant time playing 'crack the egg'.  Then my teenage self thought 'I'll try a flip' and I started getting my bounce on because you need a lot of force to flip forwards and stick it.  Apparently I got too much force.  On the jump before I flipped I must of come down hard because I full on peed my pants.  I'm not kidding.  I didn't even need to go!!!  I took off running for the toilet but the damage was done.  And I truly believe no amount of Kegle's could have saved me.
My bladder has been compromised...

From that day on, I've been a little more leery of the trampoline and a lot nicer to my mother.
Well played Karma.  Well played.

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