http://www.thewheelchairsite.com/blogs/wheelchair_wheels_in_the_city/archive/2006/09/14/96978.aspxWhen I was little, attending summer camp meant taking many risks. The most memorable one was using the trampoline. I could not jump, but I would lay on it while my friends jumped around me, causing me to bounce up and down with them. Practically everyenCommunityServer 2.1 SP2 (Build: 61129.2)http://www.thewheelchairsite.com/blogs/wheelchair_wheels_in_the_city/archive/2006/09/14/96978.aspx#112078Fri, 23 Mar 2007 18:21:47 GMT1449d2a9-4708-4928-a2bb-aa25fd8853ed:112078EricSo many people today seem so caught up in horrifying statistics. One person in all of North America gets killed doing something really fun, and there are cries for a ban. People seem to forget that life is terminal for all of us. Sure, you don't want it to end prematurely, but what kind of life is it to never take a well-considered risk (or even the odd, not-too-crazily reckless spontaneous one)?