When Dw had moved most of our things to Phoenix in December, he had to pick and choose what would make the first trip and what could/would be saved for later. One of the things that the kids really wanted to come was the trampoline. They had taken it down, but it was unable to fit in the truck.
So with great anticipation, the trampoline would soon be here - finally! It had been a gift from friends moving out of state and it was a huge one. The kids were on it all the time. All.The.Time. They couldn't wait for it to get here.
Only one problem.
Dw started looking for it, before long Graham joined in the search and soon Liberty was looking as well. The trampoline, that had been disassembled and set just inside the garage door waiting for the next trip, was gone.
No doubt, kind of a denial thing. Searching and looking when they knew it was supposed to be right there. Who would think that someone would steal a trampoline? Stealing a trampoline from a boatload of treasures is like "taking candy from a baby"....
So whoever it is, came down our long, long lane, opened the garage, and helped themselves. They had to have a vehicle, as it would be far too heavy and bulky and large to just 'carry away' easily. Who knows if they took anything else, everything is all mumbo-jumbo in our heads and the trampoline was kind of obvious.
One of our homes was burglarized before and we had stuff stolen that was never recovered, including cash that was hidden. If your home has been broken into or something else stolen, you know what I mean, it is a creepy, violating feeling.
I'm still shaking my head in complete disbelief.