I have a habit of saying yes, sometimes without thinking.

That’s how I found myself being shoved a pair of baby blue socks with the word Airhop printed on them in pink.  I then sat through a safety briefing that encouraged us to have fun at the same time reminding us that said fun could potentially end in serious injury or even death.  The last time I had a safety briefing like that, I was jumping out of an airplane at 13, 200 feet.

We were in Bristol at the world’s largest Trampoline Park.

My daughter thought it would be a fun thing to do while we were all down in Bristol.  I wasn’t so sure.  How much jumping can you do for an hour? Well, it turns out loads.  And it’s tiring. And it’s fun.  And if you’re an old fogey like me, you’re guaranteed to be sore the next day.

There are a variety of activities to do from obstacle jump to dodge ball to jousting to basketball and pit diving.

You can get your bounce on.

I didn’t think I was going to enjoy this, but in the end I did.  It was great fun and most definitely a workout.  I was thoroughly beat at the end of the hour. I had to crawl back to the car.  When I got home, I collapsed.

Next time I might pay more attention to the questions my daughter yells from her room in the late evening of a random Thursday.