Launching himself into the air, my son Enzo, 4, bounced as high as he could, his arms swinging like windmills.
As his body ricocheted between the trampolines, blond curls flying, he shrieked with joy.
The trampoline park was one of his favourite places. He could release his boundless energy.
Whether he was running through the woods dressed as a superhero, or playing sports at school, he was always the liveliest kid.
Grabbing his little brother Reeco, 2, by the hands, they bounced in unison.
‘Come on, Mummy,’ Enzo called, so I clambered on.
‘Come on, Mummy!’ he giggled, bouncing on the trampoline Leaping hand-in-hand, I’d never felt such love. We were like the Three Musketeers.
It was last October. I was a single mum, but sometimes my mother Sarah, 43,…
