A Mother Can Predict These Things
When my son told me that he was going to Sky Zone Indoor Trampoline Park, I knew exactly what would happen. “He’ll get hurt,” I said to myself as he walked out the door. As he is a twenty-year-old, certified Punchinello and all around goof-ball, anyone could’ve predicted the outcome. It was like sending a lion to a baby gazelle party. Shit was going to go down.
Two hours later, he came home with one ankle a heck of a lot larger than the other. “Look what happened,” he said.
“I knew it.” I nodded.
“How did you know?”
“Mothers can anticipate certain things.” I went to get an ice-pack out of the freezer. We have a bunch of them already – we’ve needed them many times for injuries incurred from football and rugby.
Rugby is a brutal sport, by-the-way. Very hard to watch anyone you care about actually playing that game. Mister “if the world would let me, I’d dance naked at the entrance to the C.N. Tower for toonies” played that too, if you can imagine. “What happened?” I asked him about his ankle.
“Well, you are only supposed to jump on your own square, but I was jumping from square to square, and I guess I was getting a little too crazy, and then I went to jump into the foam pit, and I landed on the edge of it, and fucked up my foot.”
“I see.” I could totally picture the scene.
“And then after, I smoked a few of the little kids in dodge ball.” He is an uber-competitive, testosterone-filled monster when it comes to any kind of game. I can’t go with him everywhere, but sometimes I think I should.
“I thought you were hurt?”
“Yeah, but they give you these super-support jumping boots. It was really sore, but I kept going.” That’s so like him. He’d wear his shoes two sizes too small if no one told him any different. “And then there were a few other kids who wanted to know if I played basketball, and when I said no, they didn’t believe me. They made me do some dunks on the net.”
“Then I told the guys I wanted to leave – you know, because my ankle was hurting so bad – but they wanted to hop some more.”
They wanted to ‘hop’ some more, did they?” The word sounded so funny coming out of my son’s 6’5″/220 lb frame. Plus, all of the boys he went with to “Sky Zone” are big like that. It must’ve been quite the spectacle – a bunch of giant men/boys among the hordes of seven-year-old’s.
I’m just glad he didn’t break his neck. Knock on wood for the next time, because you can bet, there WILL be a next time – maybe not at “Sky Zone”. Watch out people at Top Karting Gatineau and Tactik Paintball. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.