Here’s the thing: I deliberately refuse to grow up. It’s unnecessary trouble. Instead, I’d rather remain naive and (hopefully, in other people’s eyes too) funny. Curious. Experimental. For a while now, the idea had been circling in my head: since I’ve become this active lately, I should try jumping. The mini trampoline — or rebounder, however you call it. I started attending jumping classes with Beáta Majercsík in Esztergom. I liked it, although I felt quite clumsy at first.