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Trampoline parks seems to be ‘springing’ up everywhere (pardon the pun) and as a consequence, my heart is spending an awful lot of time in my mouth these days.   In my younger years there was no such thing of course. Jumping on mum and dad’s bed was the best we could muster, but blimey it was fun! Sneaking upstairs when no one was looking and bouncing til the bedding came off. We never did manage to put it back on properly. Sorry mum!     The adrenalin was matched by precisely nothing, probably because it was strictly forbidden.   Due to this ‘rule’ being ingrained in my h..