I was a master of my Pogo Ball.  Ok, so I got it when I was six and was deathly afraid of it until the age of ten.  But still, once I hit the 5th grade I owned that shit, I was a master of such tricks as the "spin the pogo ball on the ground and jump on it" as well as the classic "bend the knees and grab the Pogo Ball in mid-jump."  My Pogo Ball was the stylish green and purple combination.  (well at the time the purple caused some "confrontations" between my friends and I, but I was able to defend my honor of not owning a "girly pogo ball") 

-SRO