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Trampoliné
Good evening.
Today I want to address a taboo topic that many people in a perfume forum surely struggle with and don't quite know how to handle: trampolines.
Yes, (outing) my family owned (owns?/attic) one of those things too. It was in the 80s when this piece adorned our living room and, with its not insignificant size, called out to every visitor: "Look here! A sporty family lives here that loves to bounce!"
The round thing with the red edge and the hidden springs, where you always got caught by the big uncle, stood right next to the ping-pong table, which you could conveniently also turn into a regular round dining table by removing the two middle parts and, of course, taking off the clamps with the plastic net; the eye eats with.
Bouncing was my thing. Bouncing was great. Purchased weightlessness for only 29.99 DM. (almost 60 euros!)
Mum and I could be glad that Dad left the trampoline in the living room and didn't banish it to the heating cellar, where pipes and clotheslines ran above the already rather narrow doorframe; I'm not quite sure if he did that after all, because that would explain quite a bit.
In any case, decades later, the high-performance sports industry invented this e-scooter stick that seemed to provide secure support while bouncing, and I had long been out of the bouncing age. Well, the fate of the premature born. Again.
And today? GOOGLE-EARTH IT YOURSELF! In every second well-kept front yard, they stand! Super Duper King and Queen Size trampolines, with nets and ladders and all the bells and whistles for the dear little ones! Ugly colossi that no one needs! That give children, yes, EVEN YOURS, the mistaken impression that they can achieve EVERYTHING in life and reach HIGH, ALWAYS with safety nets on the left and right! Is that what you want to pass on to your children?
Or is it just your own ego that feels so flattered when it imagines your offspring bouncing: My little one can achieve EVERYTHING! Even the stars! And if not, at least his talent will earn him a good third place in the Paralympics; he can certainly scream like Angus Young, and with a bit more enthusiasm, we confidently look forward to a career at NASA for him!
Parents: GET BACK DOWN TO EARTH and share those damn, fucking trampolines!!!
As for the scent: Smells like a trampoline.
Today I want to address a taboo topic that many people in a perfume forum surely struggle with and don't quite know how to handle: trampolines.
Yes, (outing) my family owned (owns?/attic) one of those things too. It was in the 80s when this piece adorned our living room and, with its not insignificant size, called out to every visitor: "Look here! A sporty family lives here that loves to bounce!"
The round thing with the red edge and the hidden springs, where you always got caught by the big uncle, stood right next to the ping-pong table, which you could conveniently also turn into a regular round dining table by removing the two middle parts and, of course, taking off the clamps with the plastic net; the eye eats with.
Bouncing was my thing. Bouncing was great. Purchased weightlessness for only 29.99 DM. (almost 60 euros!)
Mum and I could be glad that Dad left the trampoline in the living room and didn't banish it to the heating cellar, where pipes and clotheslines ran above the already rather narrow doorframe; I'm not quite sure if he did that after all, because that would explain quite a bit.
In any case, decades later, the high-performance sports industry invented this e-scooter stick that seemed to provide secure support while bouncing, and I had long been out of the bouncing age. Well, the fate of the premature born. Again.
And today? GOOGLE-EARTH IT YOURSELF! In every second well-kept front yard, they stand! Super Duper King and Queen Size trampolines, with nets and ladders and all the bells and whistles for the dear little ones! Ugly colossi that no one needs! That give children, yes, EVEN YOURS, the mistaken impression that they can achieve EVERYTHING in life and reach HIGH, ALWAYS with safety nets on the left and right! Is that what you want to pass on to your children?
Or is it just your own ego that feels so flattered when it imagines your offspring bouncing: My little one can achieve EVERYTHING! Even the stars! And if not, at least his talent will earn him a good third place in the Paralympics; he can certainly scream like Angus Young, and with a bit more enthusiasm, we confidently look forward to a career at NASA for him!
Parents: GET BACK DOWN TO EARTH and share those damn, fucking trampolines!!!
As for the scent: Smells like a trampoline.
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