The Summer I Grew UpChapter 8
There was a trampoline place downtown that Bethany and I had wanted to go to forever. Mom worried that we would break our ankles or something, but it was just her being overprotective like usual. I bugged my brother, Joe, to take us because he did gymnastics with us and had his driver’s license. We said please like a hundred times, so that was how Bethany and I found ourselves squeezed in the back seat of his old beat up CRX to drive there. “We’re only staying for a while,” Joe warned us...