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>My parents are pretty lenient with me when it comes to chores.
>Wash my own dishes, put my cloths in the washing machine and that’s about it.
>They even fold them for me.
>An apology for being too rough with me as a kid I think.
>But there is still one chore I do anally, and even if they offered too do it for me I’d still do it myself.
>Every year on the first snowfall my trampoline must be taken down. The constant weight of the snow will cause it to stretch and warp otherwise.
>If I don’t the cloth will stretch causing it to loose tension and you’ll have to work harder to jump and it won’t be nearly as satisfying to use. A while of that and you need to buy a new net and springs, years of neglect the frame will buckle and you just have to get a whole new trampoline at that point.
>When I was a kid my trampoline was my safe space, if my parents were being hard on me or school was stressing me out I’d just climb on in and get lost in my imagination. The weight on my shoulders disappearing in the momentary weightlessness of zero g.
>I’d imagine fantasy worlds with wacky characters and if I was angry I’d imagine those characters tearing people apart until the anger brought me to tears or mental exhaustion.
>My therapists at the time told my parents that they shouldn’t bother me or attempt to “correct my behavior” while I use it and that its healthy for kids to have a private safe space. To their credit they didn’t.
> I’m in my early 20’s now and I’ve never grown out of the thing, it is still my safe space, a place for me to unwind, and now that I think about it my sole source of exercise.
>Today is the first snow of winter.
