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Friday, 15 July 2011

A Trampoline Is My Psychiatrist

Me, I'm your average teenager. I have problems, annoyances, pent up frustrations, things I hate. One thing I find incredibly therapeutic is my trampoline. Just jumping, becoming weightless. You seem stronger, taller, higher on a trampoline, where your every move is rewarded with a spring upwards. It just gets things out of your head, you know? On ground level, I may be Conor, totally inept at anything social and stuck in his own head. In the air, well, things literally fall away, and you can think.

Parents, if you have one of those death traps in your garden for your kids, try jumping. It feels good, relieves tension, which I imagine you have no lack of.

Over and out.

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