Altitude Trampoline Park - Delmar

  Altitude Trampoline Park Resting her arms on the window sill by her bedroom, Mia watched the neighborhood kids run past, their laughter tumbling down the block. They were going on a trip again, as they did most weekends. She imagined the sensation of joining, the thrill of it all, unmoored for a moment, then crash landing into a pit dotted with spongy foam cubes. Inside, her parents were sitting at the dining table, laptops open, fingers furiously tapping in rhythm. All they heard in their home were pings and dings from an email, and the shuffle of papers. “Mia, did you finish your math worksheets?” her father asked. “Yes, Papa.” Mia answered softly. “And your vocabulary practice?” her mother asked, peering at a report. Mia hesitated. “I will be doing them after dinner.” Her father’s fingers froze above his keyboard. He sighed. “No delays, Mia. You must always be ahead if you want to become successful. No time for distractions.” Her mother nodded. “We work hard to provide you, th...