Early Days on the Trampoline

Misty Flip

Trampoline Fun

I can remember those early days hanging out on my buddy’s trampoline like they were yesterday.  It was middle school – the drama days.  There was so much drama, uncertainty, and nervousness for everyone else in middle school.  Maybe it was just me, but I felt like those high school days were a lot more difficult.  I spent my days in 6th, 7th and 8th grade doing some really stupid shit.  Admittedly, some really fun shit, but some really stupid shit.

The Trampoline was one of my favorites.  As I hinted to in my about page; I got the name Bisti from my sister making fun of my Misty Flip.  I was practicing my flips on my neighbors trampoline.  My neighbor would always raise a fit whenever she found me on the trampoline.  I lived in a upscale neighborhood, and a rich community.  My next door neighbor didn’t really care if I got hurt or not, but she worried about my lawyer father suing her if I did.  She would call my house everyday, and complain that she caught me playing on the trampoline again.

My mom was the coolest mom in the world.  My mom would never say no to me, because she didn’t believe in it.  She knew it wasn’t worth it to argue with me about going on the trampoline.  So she didn’t – and the lady next door would call everyday.  The next day I’d be on it.  Heck I saw my first pussy on that trampoline when I invited my girlfriend over to play on my friend’s trampoline.  Well it wasn’t exactly my friend’s trampoline, but it was close enough.

Days after school

Everyday after school my friend’s and I would have the same routine.  We’d do one of four things.

  1. Pete’s house for the trampoline
  2. Mountain Biking around town
  3. Hack into people’s computers at home
  4. Light stuff on Fire

Pete’s house

Pete’s house the place to be!  We’d jump off his garage to land on the trampoline, and then do flips.  I was never great at flips, but I had my high jump down.  I could project myself in the air higher than anyone else.  Nor Pete or Dave would be able to catch Bisti in an air born battle.  I was also quite the wrestler, but I would always hurt somebody.  One day we were wrestling after a long bike ride on the trampoline and I broke Dave’s leg.  It was a total accident – I swear.

We joke around about how swollen Dave’s knee was after that day and the fact he roller-bladed home.  Sure enough he was on crutches for the next three months.  I don’t think Dave’s parents were a huge fan of me.  Heck there was nobody’s parents in town that were a huge fan of me.  We were a mess in middle school.  Those were fun times.  The Trampoline was just the tip of the iceberg.  

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