my jumping banshee

On our recent trip to the homeland, Reesie had a fabulous time jumping on a mini-trampoline in my mom's basement. Throughout our stay, she'd ask to go "upstairs" to jump. (She's a little directionally challenged like her mother.) We took many trips "upstairs" to the basement.

She jumped.

And jumped.

Ricocheted off the sides.

Smashed her face up against the net.

She took a little break to interact with fans.

They were a captive audience.

And then she jumped some more.

I think she liked it.

The End.