The trampoline fit perfectly into it's new home in our backyard. We didn't realize that the home was only temporary.
A month later, our story ends with a windstorm. Apparently, our trampoline was unhappy in our backyard and wanted to try out the driveway across the street.
Since Steve could not leave work, three of my neighbors (thank you, thank you, thank you) helped me move the trampoline into it's new home--the garage . . .
. . . leaving the van and Steve's car homeless.
And (can you believe it?), the trampoline took out a roof shingle on it's way to the neighbors'. I was sitting in the den when I heard what sounded like a freight train going by the house. Imagine my surprise when I glanced out the window in time to see the trampoline literally fly across the street!
Boy am I glad we decided not to go with the "expensive" trampoline!
