Without a Net
I know the net that surrounds the trampoline is window-dressing at best. It won't stop a hard roll or an errant flip.
But I'm the tamest of trampers. I bounce up and down, up and down. I might do a little air conducting if Brahms or Mozart has me by the collar, but otherwise I'm a cautious bouncer.
Still, I felt a bit daring last night as I jumped for 20 minutes without a net. Not quite ready for the circus yet, but liberated just the same.