My neighbor just came by to ask how I like the wind. I told him I hate it. "How's your trampoline?" he asked. I told him Brian just got home from a meeting and was changing to go and move it. "Too late, it's over the fence and wedged between our house and your fence." Sure enough, over the fence and nice and bent.
The kids seriously jump on that thing every day, unless it's loaded with snow. Makes me so stinkin' mad.