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Trampoline

Money is always bouncing around. When I was a kid, smaller toys seemed more in reach. I never got a trampoline. I don’t think my parents would let me anyway… Until I turned 22, And a large box showed up on the porch. As an adult, a new car is out of reach. But a mini trampoline? Can be set up in my parents living room. These days, I don’t care about being cool. My trampoline is made for one. These days, I come home in my rusty car. To jump on my trampoline. Money is always bouncing around. Sometimes, we need to splurge. Sometimes we need to jump. I didn’t know how much I needed to. Until I turned 22.

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