on the 21st of this month my nephew who just turned five had his first friend party ever, and his parents went all out and even got a him a bouncy house. they rented it for over the weekend and i muct say thoes things where not at all as fun as i remembered as a child... until on that sunday after a few brave went into the house and tried to fend for themselves. for one, i myself never knew that you could fall and nearly tip the house over oh its side and ultimatly suffocate if you are as i was... CRUSHED BY YOUR LITTLE BROTHER, who when seeing that you were going to die thought it looked fun and decided to just jump in trying to casually make it look like an accident... but we all know he did it on purpose. i also never in my life been pushed out of a bouncy house (twice) by people who dont want you to join in on the family fun. oh well i lived. but not with out a bruise pride.
from what i have experienced.
BOUNCY HOUSES ARE MUCH MORE SUMMER KILLERS THEN TRAMPOLINES.
but they are very coushy. its like a giant fluffy cloud. the only thing beside the rain and the noise that stoped me from sleeping in it that saturday night was the fact that the dark frightens me. anyways.
the next time that you jump in a bouncy house remember these words...
" the rock your socks off but they could injur you with a face of a clown type of way..."
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