My cousin had a trampoline when I was a kid, and I loved jumping for hours and hours. I could never do a full flip, but he could – and did, frequently.
My family lived in a town about 4 hours away from my cousin’s family, so jumping on the tramp was a holiday activity. I remember jumping until my feet felt frozen during several Thanksgivings.
I think there were some “rules” about the tramp, but it was far enough away from the house that the adults didn’t bother to come out and yell at us very often, even if they could see that we had the whole neighborhood on it at once.
It got pretty Lord of the Flies at times. I don’t personally remember crying, but I probably did. At this point, it all exists in a golden, hazy memory.
I keep thinking about those holidays, where the kids exist in a different plane than the adults. We were on parallel paths, only intersecting at the beginning and end of the day. Even at dinner time the kids eat first, at a separate table.
These awesome photos are of an installation called Fast Track, and is the work of Salto Architects. They wanted to create “intelligent infrastructure that is emotional and corresponds to the local context.”
This trampoline is 170 feet long. It looks amazing.
It is at the Archstoyanie Festival in Nikola-Lenivets, Russia – which looks like a creative festival in the forest, maybe a bit like Burning Man. See: guy in a tutu.
all images from Salto’s website by Nikita Šohov & Karli Luik