We came back from Denton with a big trampoline that one of our old neighbors whose kids have grown was ready to rid herself of. Remembering my juvenile trampoline-assisted attempts at self-destruction, I’m rather nervous about our kids having such a thing at their disposal. Now that our backyard has a treehouse, a pool, and a trampoline, I’m thinking of a bubbling cauldron of lava and an alligator pit to flesh out our child-imperilment options.

Hopefully Nietzsche is right about the things that don’t kill you making you stronger. And hopefully the trapoline will remain in the category of things that don’t kill you.