As kids, we were completely convinced we were destined to be head curator at the trampoline museum. After all, we were experts on several models, knew how best to add various optional features like sprinklers, soccer balls and small pets, and were well practiced at making death-defying exits. We weren’t even deterred upon discovering that no such museum existed, but instead undertook to secure the financing to open the trampoline museum ourselves. It would be part historical museum, part amusement park, and it would be awesome.

Sadly, new amusement parks (along with luxury condos, expensive hotels and meals made of precious metals) are among the last things people want to put money behind these days. So we’re sending our resume out to the institutions covered in mental_floss’s listicle of 12 Oddly Specific Museums in hopes that our Masters in Esoterica Curatorship can get us a job somewhere, even if it’s at the Trash Museum in Hartford, Connecticut (pictured).