04/09/2026
Please enjoy this humble brag about the time I won Most Improved Trampolinist.
In 1994. When I was 14.
Let me be honest with you about this trophy: I'm fairly sure it was a pity win. I was not a good trampolinist. Everyone else training at the PCYC was visibly more talented. But I was enthusiastic and I was committed. Twice-weekly training, every competition, absolute best effort. And somehow that got me a plaque with my name on it.
The trophy survived because my gorgeous mum held onto it for about two decades. I eventually took it home as a joke, purely to prove to my husband that trampolining is a sport and I did in fact do it.
My parents were so proud. Still are, honestly. Dad will happily tell you I was a great trampolinist. Solely on the grounds that I was the only one in the family who could do a backflip on the home tramp. I think there was even a photo in the Townsville paper of me doing a backflip at some point.
These days this trophy lives in my kitchen so we can all laugh about the time I was Most Improved Tramp.
But just quietly โ I am genuinely proud of it. I showed up and I won something. It's ridiculous, and it's also part of backing yourself. Owning the whole story, including the daft bits you were supposed to leave behind decades ago. They're still yours.
Now if you'll excuse me, I'll be reminiscing about my glory days and imagining I could still do a backflip without my spine snapping in half.
Your turn: what's the most glorious trophy, certificate or ribbon you're still quietly proud of? I need to know I'm not alone in the kitchen with this thing.