I was about ten years old when my father bought our family a trampoline. My sister and I would spend hours outside having competitions on who could jump the highest. Once she even bounced so high that she almost fell off. The trampoline was a great place for jumping, but it wasn’t until our babysitter showed the two of us a front flip that we ever considered doing anything else on it.
Learning how to do a front flip on the trampoline is the first real obstacle I remember vividly trying to overcome. After our babysitter showed us the front flip I was determined to learn how to do one as well. I remember spending all of my free time outside on that trampoline; practicing for hours and hours until my mom made me come inside because it was dark out. A week and a half had gone by and I still hadn’t mastered the front flip yet, and I was mad. I wanted to give up and quit, but there was this little voice inside my head (that sounded suspiciously like my mom) that kept telling me, “Just give it one more try”. So I did.
The next day I came home from school, finished my homework, and headed straight for the trampoline. Jumping as hard as I could I bent my knees, shut my eyes, and threw myself into a semi-circle. The next thing I remember is landing on my bottom, and opening my eyes to see my mom standing at the back door. She was smiling at me, and I heard her say, “I knew you could do it”. After I heard her say that, it finally sunk in that I had done it. I had completed my first ever successful front flip.
This may seem like a small accomplishment, but it taught me that I should never give up on what I want and neither should you.