On Saturday we decided to put up our trampoline. The sun was out, it was warm, the snow was gone, perfect! Emily, Anna, and I went into the basement and found the skeloton of the trampoline and hauled all the peices out into the yard. We had it up in a few minutes (it went surprisingly fast) and put all of the rather rusty springs all around. Amazing how fast rust forms I thought. I could have sworn that last year the springs were completely rust-free. Oh well.
We searched for the mat and the spring cover but to no avail.
When Dad got home he told us that we had put the wrong springs in, that the rusty springs were from our old trampoline. He found the new springs in the barn and so we went around the trampoline again and took off all the old springs and put on the newer ones. The mat was also in the barn and he brought it out for us. Odd that it should be there.
After dinner we put the mat on, but opted not to jump because the mat was sagging on the ground. And then it dawned on me like a ray of light on a cloudy day: We had the wrong frame. Right springs, right mat, wrong frame. And so we took the whole thing down.
We found the correct frame in the barn where all the other "right" stuff was. And then I remembered putting it away in the barn last year with Dad, and I also remembered that we had done the exact same thing last year! I guess we didn't learn out lesson the first time. So we put up the right frame which took longer than the first one because it's a tighter fit, put the springs on for the third time that day, stretched the mat, put on the spring cover, and jumped for joy. Literally.
Moral of the story: If you have an old, rusty, worthless trampoline frame: throw it away!
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