At the beginning of that day, I stepped on the soft bed as if I were stepping on cotton. I'm top-heavy, unstable and very scared. I just bent down, lowered my head and looked at my feet, afraid to jump. At this time, my parents encouraged me to say, "Don't be afraid, son, jump boldly ..." I tried to jump on the trampoline several times, which was fun and not so terrible. I got used to it, and I jumped higher and higher. Usually it hurts to fall to the ground, but it doesn't hurt at all to fall on the trampoline, and it can bounce back. This feeling is as sweet as when I was in kindergarten. My father threw me in his arms and caught me gently. At that time, I kept asking my father to throw and scratch until I laughed loudly and my father was exhausted.

Jumping on the trampoline is also much better than jumping on the ground. Looking at mom and dad's admiring eyes and smiles, my interest jumped higher and higher. The fun trampoline seems to have given me magical skills. Jumping up and jumping to my heart's content is really a bit like Sun's air of making a scene in the sky. Although I am sweating profusely, I don't feel tired at all.

That Children's Day left me with very good memories.