Sticky Note Trampoline

I hopped down behind the couch and spotted a fresh pad of bright neon sticky notes sitting right on the hardwood. That clean, bright square pad had just the right amount of spring. I backed up two paces, charged forward, and took a flying leap right onto the center. Squeak! The rubbery glue layers gave a gentle little squish under my feet and bounced me right back up. I landed on one foot, skidded a couple inches across the slick top sheet, and did a quick spin. Best landing pad ever.