On her plunge downward, she saw it. Over the fence, two houses down. Glittering green caught the sunlight.
The neighbors’ plastic toys littered their lawn: a frisbee, a hula hoop, a sandcastle mold. But their brand new swimming pool put the rest to shame. Charity bounced off the trampoline, twisting her ankle in the grass. CRAAAAACK. She limped inside, hollering for Dad.
The only thing better than a trampoline? A swimming pool.