Fallout Trampoline Arena

I had my 7 year-old’s birthday party here because I found a great deal on Groupon. Unfortunately, the cheap price is the only positive thing I can say about this facility. Oh, and that the staff was polite. It is true, you get what you pay for. While the jumping facilities were fine, the accommodations for the party were of poor quality. I was told that there would be a fridge/freezer available but I wasn’t told that it would only be available only during the time we had the party room. So that means that for the whole hour that the kids were jumping (the hour before we were able to use the room) we, technically, couldn’t use the fridge. Luckily, the party that used the room before us allowed us to put the cake in the fridge while they were using the room. However, if they had said no, I would have had to keep the cake in the hot car or make other arrangements. An hour in the party room to enjoy eating pizza, opening gifts, and having cake was not enough time for us and we felt very rushed. Also, we weren’t told that all guests were supposed to complete a waiver, even if they were just observing or going straight to the party room. Some of our elderly guests missed much of the party because they were doing paperwork that could been completed prior to the party. Our daughter wanted to stay after the party and jump longer but the party after us declined to let use of the fridge for the cake so we opted not to purchase an extra hour. It was fine for being able to use a Groupon and the kids did have fun but we won’t be going back.

Good place for kids. They have 4 areas. 1. The trampolines 2. A foam jump 3 & 4 for young kids. When we went the foam jump area was closed. Get a $ off for check-in with Facebook. This place offers charge by hour.

We had a blast here! It was pretty clean, for the most part. A bit of the equipment could really use some TLC or to be re-done.

Walking into Fallout Trampoline Arena is a shocking experience. A 60-foot mural of a nuclear wasteland, complete with a mushroom cloud and low-flying B-52s (pictured), looms over a room of playing children. It's the textbook image of the word "Armageddon" and seems woefully out of place. An aesthetically minded reviewer might turn this landscape into some grand metaphor. The specter of death hanging over childhood is the explicit demonstration of an implicit conclusion. Apocalypse comes for us all, even for the youngest and most vibrant among us ඞ— memento mori baby. A safer conclusion is that the nuclear theme can be traced back to an entrepreneur's Google search for "Albuquerque tourism." Why they settled on Albuquerque's role in the Manhattan Project and not its grand tradition of hot air balloons is beyond me. But hey, I don't run trampoline parks— I just review them, Murals aside, Fallout begins with an anti-climax. Your first encounter with a trampoline will be a bureaucratic one. The childlike joy of bouncing is locked behind forty-six hundred words and 27 signatures of liability paperwork. Reading the document, It's impossible to escape the feeling that "TRICKS ARE DANGEROUS" and trampolines are instruments of self-destruction. Luckily, skimming through life-threatening legalese is standard operating procedure for my generation. So after 5 minutes of pretending to read, I slid on my newly acquired grippy socks and prepared for takeoff. I won't lie to you, the first nervous steps onto the trampoline floor are exhilarating ones. When our tether to the ground is loosened, surely bonds can't help but slip away. It's hard not to laugh at the joy of it all. To jump is to explore a new world— to discover what our bodies can do in three dimensions. It's "play" boiled down to its simplest form: an icebreaker for reality. And to play is to feel young again. And to feel young feels pretty good. After the initial high of exploration, the differences between feeling young and being young become clear. Bouncing in place is a reasonably safe leg workout. But this Icarus yearns for something more: horizontal movement. Moving not only makes it more difficult to avoid bouncing on the painfully rigid protector mats but the new angles also increase the rink of rolled ankles, twisted knees, and awkward landings. Padded rooms are always the most dangerous. Because they make you feel safe to do dangerous things. But I get it— this space is not for me. My spritely 26 year frame is too familiar with the causes of pain and the copays of healthcare for truly unrestrained trampoline enjoyment. And clearly, based on the demographics of the other trampoline users, mine is not the only one. I use the phrase "trampoline user" and not "patron" very intentionally. After all, there certainly were older parents sitting on the sidelines— many wearing grippy socks signifying their paid permission to bounce. Yet these parental feet remained mostly earthbound. Their owners are spectators for the joy of youth. And who can blame them? Joy is awesome. The percussive whimsey of children on trampolines is enticing. It had me theorizing about the proper etiquette for asking to join a game of Nerf football with players exclusively born during the Obama administration. I never did have a chance to test out any of my theories. Humans' lack of midair propulsion means that a non-contact game of trampoline football is a contact sport. My involvement would have most likely just inflicted more pain. So instead, I sat back, stretched my aching ankle, and watched the chaos unfold. I want to make something clear— I'm not trying to blame Fallout Trampoline Arena for my own senescence. It did not cause any injuries but it did give me time to think while my body recovered. And, after visiting Fallout, you will have a lot of time to do exactly that. Trampolines are an environment of contemplation for people of Google-review reading age. Just remember , play on trampolines while you still can. Because you can't bounce forever. Memento mori baby.

This place is so much fun! The whole family went and all ages had fun