Our trampoline was a solid orange one, not the black mesh type ones today.
Anyway, someone would sit in the middle of the tramp holding a running hose until it had filled up enough to make a pool that touched the ground.
We then jumped off the second story verandah into the `pool'.
All the kids in the neighborhood spend every afternoon roaming the `rifle range' which was a couple of blocks of bushland which is now a house development. We never came to harm and always had lots of fun building cubbies and exploring.
I actually feel sad my kids won't have that childhood. Aside from the fact that there is no vacant bushland anymore, there are no packs of neighborhood kids anymore, everyone seems to stay inside their yard/house.