Bouncy things
Back when I was 8, my cousin hired out a bouncy castle for his birthday, was great fun until the parents decided there had been enough vomiting for one day so they took off the pump and told us to carry on jumping so we could get all the air out and then fold it up. After a bit the bounciness was lost we were jumping face first into a concrete patio, but I course I didn’t care. A few minutes later, the sides had collapsed on top of me and then something hit me, literally. I was being folded up with the castle, and to do this the other kids and now parents were jumping on this lump in the middle of the plastic as it was rolled up. I’m being suffocated and crushed by my own family, only seconds before I lose consciousness. Had to think quick, so I did the only thing I could; kicked and screamed like a little girl. Luckily I was heard and I went on to waste the rest of my life, but with a massive fear of inflatable objects and a huge dent in my masculinity.
(Mr_Insanity, Sun 28 Nov 2004, 18:44, Reply)