Base Jumping Trailer Park Style

For those of you who have nerves of steel there is a new sport in the trailer park. But for those of you who can't stand heights or flinging yourself into mid air, you may want to send yourself a memo to never, I repeat NEVER, attempt this feat.



The boy instigated the first jump. After Mrs. Tenner knocked on the window and waved to him while he was playing in his back lawn, he began waving his arms around quite madly. Finally she opened the back door, much to his delight. When asked what was wanted of her, there was a frantic waving of hands. "I think he wants me to come out," she said to her husband. Only problem in the coming out bit was that as yet the Tenner's have no back steps for their trailer and the boy's head was level with Mrs. Tenner's feet. When asked if he wanted her to jump out the door, he responded with an emphatic, "ESSS!!!!" Preparing herself for the leap, Mrs. Tenner at first toyed with the idea of sitting down and gracefully sliding out the doorway, but if the boy wanted a jump, than a jump is what he'd get. With a smile on her face, Mrs. Tenner leaped from the doorway and landed next to the boy. Intact with no broken bones. It was then that she heard Mr. Tenner's voice above her say, "You sank...." Sure enough, she was almost over the top of her shoes in freshly spread dirt that hadn't had time to settle yet. Carefully extracting herself from the dirt without filling her shoes, Mrs. Tenner and the boy stood back in the lawn to watch Mr. Tenner's jump. It would be spectacular of course! Backing up as far as he could go in the narrow trailer, he got a running start and took a flying leap into the air. The boy shrieked with delight to see Mr. Tenner come sailing through the air. With a thud, he dropped in front of the boy, sliding a bit on his hands so he wouldn't crash into a section of wooden fence that was lying on the ground. It would bode no good to stop oneself with ones face against said piece of fence. Much better to miss the sinky ground altogether, aim for the grass, and successfully stop before mashing into the fence. Which is what Mr. Tenner did.

The sport may just become a hit. The stairs may never be put under the back door. But at this time, Mrs. Tenner is still voting for them. "It would be much handier..." she was heard to say. As for Mr. Tenner, he is in favor of base jumping whether the steps are there or not. Something about an element of excitement I do believe.

Marlene Mendolsen